Weird, whoops, and untitled

People often accuse me of being unable to keep my mouth shut, of not knowing when things should be said and when they shouldn't, of saying everything on my mind. My normal response to these harsh accusations is to say, "Believe you me, if I said everything I thought or everything I wanted to say then things would be a lot different." It's nice that tonight I have a chance to prove myself in this regard; Rabbi Chaim Schapiro gave me a whole drasha, and at the end said something like, "If you publish this...a blog is like a gun, and I don't like of when people hold guns to my head. L'mailah it's a real gun, then I have to do what they say, but if not...". I'm sure you'll be very proud of me for keeping my mouth shut here.

Meanwhile, in other news, I think I'm coming down with a bit of a cold, which really stinks, because I just had one like a month ago and I wasn't scheduled for another for another five months. Oh well, this too shall pass. Great, now I feel like a Breslaver. Not that there's anything wrong with being a Breslover, of course, but I'm not one, and I'd like to keep it that way.

And right, you are of course all very interested in knowing how my first Thursday night in RCA in well over a year and a half is going. So far it's not been too bad. This afternoon I couldn't decide whether I should just get out of dodge, but I think I made the right decision, what with this cold and everything, it's probably a good idea to have a normal bed to sleep in. Besides, we do have a test in a couple weeks, and it's probably a wise move to maximize my time here. Not that I'm choished myself to learn over shabbos (CH"V!) but I do know that next week will feature improved shteigen. Or maybe not, what with this cold and everything. Nu nu, it's all hashgocha pratis.