i can totally identify with the intro to garden state right now, and i can't remember the movie at all. the kid suggests that it's because i passed out a few minutes in, i think it's because i'm so wasted after a long week.
tool - prison sex has been the song for the week. bits of it just keep popping into my head almost constantly.
the ceremony today was the best military one i've been through - short, quick, to the point and with air-conditioning. actually, the start of the day was great - there's a new shuttle driver (although i hear it's only temporary) and on the breathable ride i had pink floyd playing over me warm and dry while the tempest outside rattled and misted all the windows.
i wrote an application to sign in for me automatically, but stopped short of the actual cheat-code. so i've now written a pretty task-scheduler, which is kind of useful considering that it's something that our work-policy bans :P
the food today was really good - i think it qualifies for "best army meal" since my induction.
my tat's looking good, but i lack confidence. after all, i've got another week to go officially...
around 5.30 / 6pm, after much giggling over being able to work late because our SC wasn't around (that's a bit backwards, no?), i discovered that my last two days of mass effort were a complete waste as far as productivity is concerned.
that really, really sucks.
our flatmate's given me pause: today is the second time that he's prepared food and assumed that we'll want it, in conjunction with an odd assumption that we'll be okay with doing the dishes post-preparation. not cool.
and he didn't leave me more than the amount of hot water i needed to convince myself that it was good to shower. two minutes in and the hot water began to slip and slide away far too quickly for my sanity.
i've been a zombie since i arrived home and began removing my uniform, and now i'm climbing back into my grave.
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