I’d really like to get to sleep tonight, but although there has been a second barrage on Tel Aviv, it didn’t fall in my area yet.  The problem is that once I’m woken I can’t get back to sleep all night, and there is no way I’m going to sleep through a siren.  So instead of doing some of the really important things I have to do, I’m kvetching here.  

I’m really waiting for the rocket – just like I did in the Gulf War.  

Masochism becomes habitual.