my nightmare before christmas

supper last night was grand. stuffed myself again, to the point where it was hard to breathe. good times, good times.

i went straight to the lizard last night... the power of advertising is frightening. the place was packed solid. i refer to my usual complaint about flirting with women... i'm farkin' useless. i enjoyed myself most of the night, but for the last hour before i got a ride home, i was feeling a bit miff. maybe i'd had a bit too much to drink, but the combination of odd music that i couldn't relate to, and the frustration apropos the girls...

ta2 and i came to an agreement: all the hot girls who keep hitting on him will be redirected to me, and all the guys (okay, i'll have to bite the bullet and make appearance judgements) who hit on me will be redirected to him. it just might work :P

i suggested that he come check out cape town, but in retrospect it wouldn't be a good idea to come with me. it wouldn't be as much fun for him - i'm not planning on doing touristy things, and it wouldn't be as much fun for me - i don't wanna feel under any obligations, and i plan on doing some boring stuff. i guess the mongoose taught me a few lessons last year.

bloody hysterical - some drunk guy tried to swing down from the wall above the steps at the lizard... hung in the air for a second... and then fell flat on his back (from about 10ft). the few moments before checking if he was alright were spent laughing hysterically, the mongoose trying unsuccessfully to hide it :P

before going to bed, i continued reading this book in hebrew that i've been slowly struggling through. and this morning, i wasn't struggling! there are plenty of words that i'm missing here and there, but it's such a fantastically good read that it doesn't matter. i'm thoroughly enjoying it ^_^

i spent the entire day sleeping. i woke up all groggy, strangely alright physically after having slept with my head at a right-angle to my body. the hardest thing for me since discovering that i have a slipped-disc has been sleeping with my spine aligned, and usually if i sleep on my stomache even for a short while, i can barely move when i get up. so i'm all good. strange, disturbing dreams aside.

i read a bit more, and then took a walk to the bus stop. i got a pastry on the way - aside from the guy having a cigarette in his mouth while organizing it (i'm a smoker, and even for me that's dodgy), he managed to give me the wrong one. i was so inside-out, though, that i only noticed on the second-to-last bite.

i took a bus to work, and have been messing about with free hosting (the title image and my profile picture), and listening to good music. i must be honest, i'm depressed, or at least unwilling on a subconscious level to deal with the things i'm going to be dealing with during the next few days. it makes it hard to function, and i'm trying to keep in mind that very soon, everything's going to be better:

1) the air force transfer (but that's only going to improve my situation in another half a year)
2) holiday in sa
3) living in the city centre

things'll still be a bitch until my official release date... handling two jobs, both with plenty of responsibility and pressure, is not and won't be easy. assuming i survive it, though, it'll all have been worth it.

stsm is improving!
it's getting funny!

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