We've just had another explosion - in Moscow, near a subway station, at least ten people dead, though I don't know whether this includes the woman who blew herself up or not. What a day. Full moon. It normally takes me about three to four days to recover - but then it happens again. The 12 Nepalese hostages were kind of too far away and I decided not to pay too much attention, so then it happened in Ber-Sheba - and as if that wasn't enough, they decided to do it in Moscow, too. I know it's not about me, not at all (alhamdulillah), but I'm a spoiled only child, so I do feel like it's all happening to me. Fuck them all. I'm exhausted.