  urlLink A fish, a carp to be exact, was found the other day spouting Hebrew apocalyptic warnings. A few days ago, The Vatican reported that they had lost the keys of Heaven given to St. Peter, by Jesus Christ.
There also was an issue about a week ago about a statue of Mary having too-prominent nipples. By these three things, I would assume that the end is near, in particular with the advent of that new reality show where the US picks a contestant's future mate.
Had dinner at East Side Marios this evening, although, truly, the monies accrued must be better spent than on food and books. However, I can rationalize and say: It's been a long time since either of us relaxed about anything. Although we aren't exactly relaxing at present, shouldn't we give it a try? Besides, on Monday, we go make appointments to get our eyes checked...soon we must pay rent and other crap.. might as well do fun things while the getting's good.
Or is that completely irresponsible? I can never tell. Definitely in a strange headspace. That restless feeling is back, and I feel homesick, but I don't know where I'm homesick for, my parents, or the house I grew up in, or maybe just a time where there was a lot let to worry about and a lot less to be tired from. I'm not sure, of course, if that time ever actually occured. 
