9/18/01, 30 minutes past bedtime.

Happy New Year. It’s Rosh haShana, and I’m heading to grandma’s for dinner tomorrow night. Fortunately for me, she didn’t get gefilter fish (she couldn’t find any without sugar!). It’s prett scary having a Jewish holiday right now. Seems like a symbolic time to strike for Anti-Semites like these mujhadeens.

I can’t tell if I’m being overly paranoid these days. I scan the face of everyone in my subway car, and look farther down the street than I typically do. I’ve been trying to make a point of smiling at people too.

I still can’t believe they got the markets open today. I’m sure an bunch of caffeinated IT hotshots deserve major kudos.

Time for sleep. My legs feel like jelly from volleyball tonight at Chelsea Piers. I guess sleepiness begets rambling…