Musical selection tonight: Itzhak Perlman's Greatest Hits - music to soothe an elf girl's soul. It's amazing what a lack of sleep can due to my mostly happy mood.

There was an accident on 19th Avenue near Judah on the way home tonight. An ambulance and police were at the scene. I try not to look at accidents when I drive past them. They freak me out, especially since I once saw a car on fire with I think people in it on the way to a Dead concert in Sacramento a very long time ago. We were going so fast, we weren't sure what we saw, but a car was definitely on fire. It's way too depressing to look at car accidents. I know many people who've been in car accidents, and it doesn't matter how long ago the accident was, the injuries still affect them and will probably continue to do for the rest of their lives. A car accident injury totally messes with your body for as long as you live. I think of my injured friends every time I pass an accident on the road.

I'm in such a melancholy mood because of my bad boy dreams and lack of sleep. All I want to do is work on my new needlepoint project, listen to my classical music cds, wait for it to get dark and then go to bed. There is something very relaxing about doing needlepoint. I like the repititiveness of it, and the fact that I really have to concentrate on what I'm doing since I'm not a good stitcher. It's almost meditative when I needlepoint because I can't think of anything else.

And afterwards when I look back at my work, I feel such a sense of accomplishment because I see how much progress I'm making on my pillow or on the purse that I'm now working on. Of course, the best needlepoint projects you can buy are found in London at Harrod's or Liberty of London. Needlepoint must be a big hobby there, because the selection of needlepoint projects is unbelievable. The kits you can buy here in the states are so mediocre compared to the kits in London.

My friend Mel is in Italy for a month. I am very jealous. I would love to go to Italy, if I could stop in London either on the way there or on the way home so I can buy new needlepoint projects at either Harrod's or Liberty, purchase new tartan shawls on Portobello Road, pick up a few silk scarves at Liberty of London which are divine but quite pricey, and then stop at Harrod's for tea and to check out their silver and raincoat departments.

If I had oodles of money, I would fly to London for the weekend, like I how used to fly from here to NYC for the weekend, for shopping, West End shows and a proper English tea.

Hard at work today working on client projects. I didn't sleep well last night. I kept waking up from this recurring dream with me and the hottie guy from screenwriting class. I am so over him, and it bugs me that I dreamt about him. He was way too wild for me. I haven't spoken to him in a month. So why the hell am I dreaming about him? It's like some curse.

And what's worse, I never dreamt about him when I thought I was in serious crush with him. So why am I dreaming about him now? I hate men who disturb my sleep.

I listened to the BBC news on the radio on my way home from work. It comes on at 7 pm here, and the BBC person says it's 2 o'clock GMT. BBC interviewed Richard Peck, a former US ambassador to Iraq. The man sounded like a total idiot. I can't believe they interviewed him. He kept saying that all we wanted to do in the US was to kill Sadam Hussein, and that the government was looking for any excuse to do it. Who is this guy? I can't believe he said on the BBC news. No wonder the rest of the world has bad opinions of the US, when the BBC digs up freaks like this guy to interview. Then he said that he didn't think that Iraq was capable of making biological or chemical weapons. How does this guy know?

They interviewed Richard Butler earlier, the Aussie who used to head the UN inspections team, and he said even when they were doing the inspections earlier the Iraqi government made it difficult for them to do "unfettered" inspections. I remember watching videotape on the news a few years ago, showing Iraqi trucks leaving just as the inspectors were arriving. What a farce!!!

I think that despite this new move by Iraq to allow the UN inspectors back in, that we will go to war with Iraq. This new concession by the Iraqis just moves the time table back. I don't want to the country to go to war. I just don't see the Shrubmeister backing down on this one. I don't trust the Iraqis either. I think we are watching a "wait and see" game by both sides. And what I fear is the american public will be caught in the middle, and we will be an unwilling pawn in this very dangerous game.

I'm taking this bible class starting Wednesday from a real bible scholar, the new minister at church, and already I have homework. I received an email, saying that the class should have memorized in order the 66 books of the bible by the second class September 25. I'm like, what did I sign up for? This is just like college. HELP!!! I vowed to myself in college, after I got repeatedly dinged on tests and papers for not knowing the biblical references in literature or in plays, that I would take a bible study class when the opportunity came up. Sometimes, you get what you ask you for, and it totally freaks you out when you get it.

I wonder if he'll test us. God, I hate tests and I've been a straight A student most of my learning life. I bet my class will be full of lawyers. Many of the people in my church are laywers. And half the people who attend my church, have the equivalent if not the equivalent of a divinity degree. I wonder if I'll feel like the village idiot in class, because I'll probably be the only one who isn't a laywer and doesn't have a divinity degree. I can just see arguments in class erupting over bible minutia.

If you really want to study the bible right, you'd probably have to read hebrew (my friend from Paris Francois reads and write hebrew even though he's not jewish) and greek, so you can read the bible in the original text. Maybe even Latin too. This is when I wish I went to an old fashioned private high school, and learned to read greek and latin like my ex-husband.

I'm watching the Redskins/Eagles game, and there was something sprayed on the Philadelphia side, something that felt like burning in your lungs someone said. How scary! In this post 9/11 world, the first thing I thought of was some kind of chemical or biological weapon was unleashed on Monday Night Football. This is so scary!