2004-07-07-1:01 a.m.
I can write nice. Really.

Woke up early to write something that just came to mind. It was the last entry. It was nothing planned, I just felt in a good mood and wrote whatever. Planning is hard or just frustrating. I guess it would be better to just write and then go back to fill in the blanks. I'm sure Marcus and Adela could use some more paint.

Wrote for 2 hours, then fell back asleep.

Sarah:: "Were you dreaming of me? Did I look like an IM box?"

I don't remembered what I dream, I usually don't dream. Was woken up by my mom saying we had to move furniture today. First thought that came to mind was that I had shingles. The second thought to get me out of bed was "Well, they need the help no matter what condition I'm in." When I walked into the kitchen everyone was looking at me. I felt like a sideshow attraction.

Sis:: "Hey, let me see your shingles."

Me:: "No..."

Mom and Sis yelled as usual. They didn't fight about anything in particular. It reminded me of Sarah and gave me that homesick feeling. I mean, not being sick for home but just that feeling in your gut. I don't know what else to call it but "homesickness." I always see other people yelling and fighting but I never understand it. Seems silly. So I wanted to see her, talk to her, hope that she wouldn't still be angry. I think it's been 12 days but it keeps feeling longer. It's good that we talk so much.

I called, got her machine, left a message. She was surprised I left a message, I usually don't. This time I wanted to catch her before work. She called back and asked how I was doing. We talked about all her patients and I like hearing about them. We talked about spanish soccer and David Beckham but I don't like him. We made fun of him in Israel a lot. Sarah had to go to work and I had to help with the dogs. She said she dreamed about the dogs. Hey, maybe next time she'll dream of an IM box. One can only hope.

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