The weather today is stressful with a slight chance of pessimism

Don't get me wrong. I feel every minute here is something I try to file into my memory. I drink up every sound and am gluttonous when it comes to the smallest details here.

But I wish, so much, that El Mariachi Loco could magically be here.

I don't crave KFC or McDonald's. I don't want free refills or ice in my drink. I want good sushi and good Mexican food.

Last night we went to a place called Sausalito's and it had Mexican food that kinda held my craving back at bay, but today I feel like a crack junkie who is in their first day of rehab... not that I know what that feels like, but this is bad. It's getting to the point where I am about to make my own tortillas and make my own fajitas... albeit without Mexican crumble cheese but that is something low on my list of needs. Sour cream. Oh holy heavens. Where's the sour cream and lox in this place? I just want an order of eggs with lox and sour cream smothered on top.

But on a different note, Rosh Hashanah begins at sundown tomorrow. It's the Jewish New Year basically. It actually marks the beginning of ten days of repentance... I think that's right. I know that it ends with Yom Kippur, the atonement day. What happens is this (once again, I'm a little rusty at this explanation... and I'm too lazy to look it up): During the ten days of atonement you work to repent and show God that you're trying to make amends for your bad behavior (against Him or others). And then God seals his verdict for your fate in the upcoming year on Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is like the day when final grades are posted, in my opinion. During the semester you slack off and do the bare minimum to get by and then, all of a sudden, you realize you're failing the class. You now have ten days to study your tuckus off and hopefully you've madea good enough grade on your final to pass the class, at least for that semester. God lays down how you're going to be faring in the future on Yom Kippur...

Obviously, these aren't the actual analogies that an Orthodox Jew would use. I think an Orthodox Jew might hurt me for using that comparison, it's kinda not religious. Take heart, this is just Kim's way of making it a little more colorful. No Jew tries to make up for a year's worth of transgressions by doing the Good Deed Olympics in ten days. No good Jew anyway. I don't think God is the type of being to overlook a year's worth of being a horrible person just because you've become Mother Theresa of the Jews (is this going to get me in trouble?) so you can have your name on God's good list.

Anyway, with my lack of finding God anywhere, I might travel to find a synagogue during one of these days. I've never been to temple because, well, Western Kentucky actually has a severe lack of them (imagine that). I'm bound to find one here... I hope. I really want to attend temple during one of the high holy days. Of course I don't know German, but I'll survive.

However, this travel journal/sketchbook is getting to me: the whole, I can't draw thing is an over-looming shadow. So, along with lots of reading and paper writing, I've got to worry about drawing now. And that's why I'm stressed. And a little pessmistic.

Cheers!