Hazy, Lazy days of strike

The strike stretches on into infinity. It's been more than two weeks.

I don't even remember what my last post was. Not that it matters. I'll just blabber on.

I was with Yotam last night. We played munchkin with tzachi and liza and then we watched ghost world. It was fun. I'm so in love with him :)

I've been thinking that when i was smaller my head was so much more full of stories. I'd walk home from school or just sit on my own and think of things. Invent pokemon or imagine what it would be like to be an animorph or an aes sedai or make up my own little worlds. And now that happens so much less. So often I walk down the street on a beautiful day and I think, "what a beautiful day". Nothing more.

Where have all my stories gone?

Maybe their still here. I just gotta look for them.

I don't think I'll go to Caesaria this weekend.