Letter to Julia 20120711

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**

**sniffle**  Oh dear, it looks like I've got the sniffles again.  If you hadn't noticed, the weather here has been rather freaky lately, and last night was particularly cold but full of mosquitoes, so I had incense burning the whole night.  I felt somewhat OK in the morning, but by the time I had to do voice training, the snots attacked with full force.  As you know, I have to empty my sinus cavity so that none of those fluids flow down my throat.  But it was time to sing.  Part of voice training is to gain the strength to overcome physical limitations, and be consistent.  But I could only do one hour of singing, mostly Billie Holiday.

Not that she's easy to sing: it's more that she fit the mood of the moment.  Sometimes it can be impossible to nail Billie.  It really depends on how I feel.  And with my nose stuffed up, I certainly feel like our Lady of Sorrow.

While you live, you will certainly keep getting those nobodies who taunt you for your faith by saying, "Oh God, hurry up and bring on the punishment!"  So just ignore them like the nobodies they are, for when they do get their asses kicked, you wouldn't have noticed they existed in the first place.