On Tuesday morning at 6:00 A.M. I turned to the graphic person who was putting together the supplement I edited, wrote for and generally sweated blood for and said, "Do you realize we've been working for 21 hours straight?"

It's a damn good supplement, though. While riding home in a taxi (one of the few work perqs is a free ride home for late-night toilers) I looked out the window at the gray light of early morning Tel Aviv in winter and felt...satisfied. Hey, all you Israel-based Anglos who know where I work, gimme feedback when it comes out with the paper on Friday!

Oh, and how to woo me: come visit on Tuesday night with a recording of the episode of "Love Hurts" that I missed (because of work) burned onto a disc. This is definitely the way to my heart.

It will take me another day to recover from this work marathon. Posting to resume tomorrow - after tonight's party to inaugurate my friend's new studio. (I do not believe in all work and no play).