I'm still fasting. I feel very, very, very hungry. And yes, yes, I know I shouldn't complain. Look what Dan has to go through. About 36 hours of fasting. And look at all of those poor people in the world who have to steal for food. But the fast is doing it's job. I'm starving and sad like I'm supposed to be and everytime I think that, I think: T'sha B'av--mourn for Jerusalem.
The sad thing is, I probably mourn for Jerusalem just about every day. I literally cry, too. Now, every bout of crying does not entail tear-shedding, but I do cry for Jerusalem. But right now I can't think because of lack of nutrition and there's absolutely no real reason for my adrenalin to kick in and make it start happening, so I'm going to stop writing and come back later after I've stuffed my starving face.
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