i can't think of an appropriate title

it's hard to describe the feeling of coming home, after a long day, and being grateful for electricity.

having said that...

i blame the following on my still being shocked about two days ago: i obviously missed the part where after agreeing to take the tenants into account, they warned us to keep everything covered in plastic. i walked in to discover that sometime today, it rained wet cement in my apartment. my favourite (and almost famous) pvc jacket is now rock solid. and a very dirty grey.

not that i want to seem unappreciative or anything, but they are so paying to replace it. but i'm fucked if *i* know where to get a new one.

--- rant rant rave rant --

anyway, this morning was fantastic. i was comfortable brushing my teeth, using the toilet, and getting dressed with music in the background. and i'd slept well.

i got to the base more or less on time... only half an hour late, because we got stuck in a traffic jam. right outside the main gate. and the bus driver wouldn't open the doors. i was going to say let us alight, but there's something about that that doesn't seem right. sorry for the rhyming. and sorry for pointing it out.

the kid put his back out weight training last night. when he described the event, and informed me that it occurred on the last of the set, i gently reminded him that if he'd done any more than that it would have been rather silly.

anyway, he got three days off - next time my neck's out, i'm definitely doing the same.

i had to.

i spent the day erasing emails, being cheeky to my previous section commander, double-checking code that i didn't understand, and chilling with anybody i could find.

during one of these periods of nothing, i was sitting with some girls and talking loads of trollop. some guys rocked up, and i was apparently the only one there who didn't notice their strange behaviour. it appears that they're "undercover", and had come to pay us a visit and test us for malicious qualities and subversive behaviour.

i probably shouldn't have told them my ideas for being released on "mentally unfit". whatever. although i would have felt better if i hadn't mentioned duck porn.

i went straight to work, and work was good. i got some serious kinks worked out, and it looks like there's a chance that i'll be done by the weekend. in which case, i'm going to be relieved of real programming as they abuse me with php.

i almost missed my stop on the way home, and i blame oliver twist. every chapter sucks me in completely... what a great read! although i could do with a bit more punctuation sometimes, the man certainly knows how to lengthen a sentence to rediculous, erm, lengths. that's me being literary for you.

drum tobacco. after rolling a not-bad ciggy and enjoying it, i thought i'd buy some - i remembered it being cheaper than normal cigarettes.

not at NIS 50 (about R75) for standard-sized shag. cheeky fuckers!