Between the newspapers filled with the Obama family the day after inauguration that Adina's dad brought with him, the thoroughly depressing yet captivating seret "Dead Poets Society", and the beautiful sober tones caught within Bach, I'm [this] close to tears.

Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. Well, it wasn't until I read the paper today. Of course, as soon as the war is over, it all goes back to normal. But I forgot what normal was in Israel... and this is worse than usual.... I hate reading the newspaper. Why am I so addicted to reality? I should take my depressing stories from Soaps; at least then I'll know they're not real at the end of the day.