and then our exile

So, yesterday, Thomas: "BASIT! YOU'RE A COMMIE!!" and "Church of England-ish means i always sit at the back--it's a chronic problem--we ALL sit at the back of church". A self-confessed apologist ("I hate to sound like a really wet liberal, but...") and quasi-Christian-socialist ("but you must remember normal people are ridiculously stupid and pathetic--that's why you need a strong leftwing government to help the poor idiots."), we agreed that tv is actually a fascist plot to manipulate the weak. Also i was told Chompin' Chompsky sounded like "quite a British thing to do, actually". ^_^

In the afternoon an ice cream party and with Usman made cookies. The two of us combined ate a *lot* of dough.

+7 today, they say! i think i'll go for a run. Past few days (weeks?): sit in front of desk. All. The. Time. Boo.

Things like Israel's murder of Shaikh Ya-Sin only make people like me more radikal. "Godfather of terrorism"--the man was paraplegic and half blind! And yet, the Nur that he radiates... Granted martyrdom following the Fajr prayers after an entire life devoted to the bless'ed jihad.

Okay, enough randomness. Time for work.