I woke up to a cat pulling my hair out. My red hair I dyed last week. Feeling yucky. I'm at work but I want to go home, take painkillers and listen to The Who. I love The Who. They're almost a painkiller themselves. But I just discovered them and have lots more to listen to. My recent obsession with crossword puzzles seems to have died after I discovered I have a knack for filling out whole sections with the wrong words. I think you should get extra points for that. I feel like teaching and travelling again. Let's see how long it takes me to talk myself out of it this time. Watched 'All About My Mother' again and 'The Corporation' this weekend, 'Buena Vista Social Club', 'Don't Look Back'. Is it true that almost half the U.S. population gets cancer in their lifetimes? I can't say the things I don't know, and I can't say the things I do. It's no wonder I hate talking. The figure being repeated now is that 20,000 Iraqis have died during this war. That's the equivalent of a quarter of a million Americans. Now counting those who have died during the past twelve or so years during sanctions. But I figure everyone reading this blog already knows these things, such smart people you all are. Out here there are people who "hunt" illegal immigrants in the desert. And two of my very favorite things to do are quite illegal. And I think some of the most central relationships Americans have are with corporations / televisions. Of course we really know why we are dissatisfied. We just don't know anything different.