he wakes up in the morning does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling

For the first time since joining Temple Isaiah, we went to the regular Rosh Hashanah service, not the family one. The main difference was that it was much longer, and we sat much farther back from the bima. They had TV screens set up, like at a concert, but when you're sitting way back in the social hall, video shots of the ark don't quite make you feel like you're really part of the service. And what drove me mad was, despite the fact that there was a separate family service, there were probably a dozen babies right behind us. Crying, slurping at bottles, and happily warbling to themselves continuously. And let us not even mention the woman who walked out of the service with her baby, dressed in jeans and a low-cut tank top. Very appropriate for a high holiday service, nu?

Oh, and earlier, when I went to my closet to pick out clothes, I noticed an enormous trail of ants running down the back wall. I don't know where they came from, I don't know what they were going for, I just know that they managed to get all over five or six shirts, pants, and jackets, which I evacuated from the room. I hung them outside at 11 this morning; it's nearly 6 and my winter coat is still crawling with the little buggers.

I just finished The Color of Magic, by Terry Pratchet. It was pretty good, but I saw in the back of the book that he's written about 15 books in the same series. I tend to harbor deep distrust of any series which carries the same characters and plotlines from book to book, but I did really enjoy this one. Can anyone tell me if it would be worth my time to seek out the other Discworld novels, or just another form of mental masturbation?

I can't sleep, bed's on fire

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