Tracy is going back to Singapore to look for work on Wednesday, and I caught up with her today. We had lunch. I wasn't really at my best owing to lack of sleep and a nastily strained muscle. She said some not-very-reassuring things about the Singaporean job market, and I sucked on my jumbo berry slushy frozen thing, nutritional content of which was essentially nil but which was all I could really deal with. She promised to get her website up in a hurry. Well, I hope things work out for her, I also feel unsatisfyingly ineffectual. Oh well.

Last night I had a dream in which Stacii and her sister came to my house, which for some reason I can't pinpoint was really disturbing. Half an hour ago I watched a documentary on Japanese war crimes, which was more explicably (and, thank god, more acutely) disturbing. At least I'm slowly healing. Hopefully I'll sleep better tonight. And I guess my review of Lost in Translation will have to wait.