It's Friday afternoon and everyone is relaxing into the weekend except me. I will be spending the next two days churning out a couple of 2,000 word articles and editing another three that were translated from Hebrew by my favourite translator. Fun, fun, fun.

I felt really guilty about calling my man of the moment - whom I have neglected for several days - to tell him that I would have zero time for him over the weekend, that in fact I will be on a work marathon until well past midnight on Monday-Tuesday. I expected recriminations, or at least self-pity - but no! Mr. Unbelievably Understanding merely sympathized and asked if I had had time to go grocery shopping, and if not should he bring me something to eat. (I think he likes me).

Meanwhile, someone needs to take my Internet away from me until I finish my homework. The potential for procrastination is endless. Friends and relatives want to chat via IM; there are blogs to read and new articles on the New York Review of Books Web site that are essential reading. I think I left my self discipline in yoga class.

And there is Site Meter, which today informed me that somebody from Saudi Arabia searched for "Israeli Sex" on Alta Vista (doesn't everbody use Google these days?) and found me. He didn't stay long, though; somehow I don't think I was quite what he was looking for.

So my question is, do Saudi guys think it's, like, pervy to lust after Israeli chicks?

And my other question is, how come I automatically assumed this person was a man?