I think I am tired, but differently. Went to Manhattan for a celebration event. Wore my new red sunglasses most of the day: everything around is pink, so bright. The weather was cloudy but there was no rain. I ate eggplant Parmesan with no cheese and drank four cups of coffee. I had more coffee in Brooklyn. Lots of coffee. My father brought me a large quart of vinegrete salad and I ate it all after coming home. I am tired, I think. Tomorrow a cleaning lady will come with my mother. I didn't want that. My mother said it's necessary for Pesach. I don't think she knows what Pesach celebrates, she just wants my apartment cleaned. I am going out to get something to drink. Non-alcoholic. With caffeine. I need to work on a miracle. For my personal accomplishment. I have a to-do list, like a New Year's resolution: to make a miracle. I don't know how yet.
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