one of *those* questions

why is it that cosmetic flaws are so much easier to spot in an elevator mirror than in the one in your bathroom?

i failed a "what if" test on the way back to tel aviv from my cousins (great dinner) when i got off the bus without getting the girl next to me's number. there's a little voice in my head that says that hitting on a girl in a bus isn't cool, but hey, when the hell am i ever going to see her again?

c&c is going a little better, but not great. i was warned that the last level i played might be "fun", but it wasn't. i felt like i got my ass handed to me in spite of my "glorious" victory.

SxS called me after i'd already brushed my teeth, and i've just come back from drinking wine with a bunch of friends down the road. i gotta be up early to see another apartment, here goes another attempt at sleeping properly.

i shouldn't have to try.