Ahhh...

The apartment is clean again.  There is nothing quite so nice as the feeling of a clean living space.  We also got really nice, new fans from logistics, so everything is well.

Last night was nothing all too special, I hung out at Eli Cohen 24 (Previously known as Simon's/Nathan's/Scott's/BenJirik's/Aaron's/Ohad's apartment) for a while and did nothing, then went down to the corner store.  Shortly after, we headed to the mall with Dana, Carie, Cera, and Emilie and went to get ice cream.  Then we kind of split up, went back to Cera's apartment for a bit, and then decided to head home.  On the way back home, Emilie claimed that wearing tighty-whities (I was wearing tighty-whities yesterday, or, as Emilie and Scott insist, whitie-tighties) reduces your sperm count.  Even though I don't wear them most of the time (about 99% of the time I wear boxers), I still desperately hope this is not true.  It's kind of the principle of the thing--Emilie and Scott both claimed that it was because of extra pressure that tighty-whities exert upon the crotchal region--if someone could give me a rational, reasonable explanation as to why wearing them would reduce one's sperm count, I'd believe it.

After going up to Emilie's to check if Columbia was an Ivy League college (it was, Emilie had me on this one), Scott and I sat around for a bit before I left, just as tons of scouts came in.

I went home and fell asleep.  Then, this morning, I got let out of volunteering early, and now I'm at home about to eat lunch. My grandpa is coming after ulpan today at 7 to take me to my aunt Dorit's house for tonight, and then my paternal grandparents are going to pick me up so I can spend Rosh Hashana at their house.  This weekend seems like it'll be good for getting plenty of sleep and time for introspection, which I've been missing lately.

Shana tova, chag sameach, and I hope you and I can speak soon!