Another shitty morning.  No pageviews—just flush 'em all away.  No likes.  Another plague, O Masterful One.  Can't even watch the game.  Great, another one from the Bundesliga.  I should do my prayers—let me check her page!  Oh, good; she didn't change her picture.  It means she's sitting at home, waiting for me.  A girlfriend comes by once in awhile to bring her bread from the local market and news of the outside world.  Today, her friend made her spaghetti, with a garlic yougurt sauce mixed into the spaghetti.  They joke that she can't eat too much of the garlic sauce, to give her life the semblance of normalcy, and make her smile.

I gotta go buy Alan a birthday present: a carton of cigarettes.