July is over, maybe for the best. I'm so tired.
All the vital energies that filled my body this past month have all drained out at once.
I let myself loose too much, smoking, drinking, abusing body and soul in the run for experiencing every moment, not losing any opportunity. A constant hunt.

I was finally free today, finished the jobs that kept me in Jerusalem for almost a month, finally free to go 'partying' in Tel Aviv, but I'm so tired and all the bombs that go off every two hours don't really make me eager to go roaming the streets.

Tomorrow is "love fest", the Hebrew version of Valentine's day. The moon will be full.
And me, such a fool.