We're about to eat dinner.

Today was strange.
I went to my volunteering placement fairly early in the morning (around 8:00), only to find out that I wasn't needed today, and I should show up tomorrow.  I went there with Alyssa, who I don't know that well.  The security guard at the elementary school asked me for my passport number, which I did not have.  I did not tell him this, however--I just wrote down ten random numbers.  I then entered and wandered around the second floor for several minutes before I stopped someone and told them I was a volunteer.  Luckily, they just happened to be the English teacher who I was supposed to be meeting.  Unluckily, she told me that I was not needed today--and thus I proceeded home and cleaned up the apartment a bit.  Then I babysat Simon's apartment while a phone was supposed to come (that never came), then had lunch there.  I got back to the apartment and we went to Super Douche to get some groceries, and then we had a mifgash dira with Noa, our madricha...that went fairly well, except for the fact that our REFRIGERATOR IS BROKEN.   But it is slowly fixing itself (maybe).  Logistics told us to unplug the refrigerator so that the ice block in the back of it would melt...we unplugged it, and then pulled out the shelf and threw the ice block out the window.  I'm pretty sure the refrigerator is totally fucked.

In the afternoon, Cera and I went around Bat-Yam and took some pictures, then went and sat at the beach for a while.  While we were there, I somehow got my replacement phone from a shady van sitting on Ben-Gurion Street...but I'm not complaining.

I can't decide whether I want to chill at Simon's apartment tonight or go into Tel-Aviv, because we have to wake up pretty early tomorrow.  Oh well, we'll see.