Monday, March 13, 2006
It's Adar. Tonight is Purim. I should be thrilled, excited, hooray hooray.
I'm not. I don't feel so good.
I found out late last night that my dorm mother from yeshiva lost her husband. They'd been married forever, and were under the chuppah with Yaakov and I. The funeral was this morning.
I feel weary and sick and throw-uppy.
Then I read a headline on CNN involving a 7 month old baby. I'm glad I had a napkin with me - I literally spat out what I was eating, I felt so gross.
I dunno. It's just a yucky day.