event soup

last night wasn't so bad - i mean, so what if there were only sandwiches for dinner, and it was a mission to differentiate between the cheese and the tuna? and so what if all the drinks provided were diet? why should it bother me that everybody was in more of a hurry to register (to prove that they'd arrived) than myself, and that they have no concept of personal space (borderline frotteurism)?

it was amusing to see the guys in our unit getting all excited when they discovered that the rest of the unit actually has girls in it. they're not pretty, but that's still a huge improvement over what we're used to :P

the event was amazing. the speeches were mind-blowing. </end sarcasm> the unit video was excellently made, although the content left much to be desired. the introduction to mosh ben ari was nice, but the second he started singing three of us made our move and skipped off to the bowling alley for beers and chips until we received an sms alert that it was time for "coffee and cake".

rogalach is not cake. we should've just cut home.

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i picked up my pc this evening, but i don't have the energy to run, backup, fiddle and reinstall just now. at least i have compressed air for the fiddling stage - "dust mites inside" is embarrassing.

the woman in the second magazine store was more understanding than the guy i dealt with last time, but didn't have what i was looking for. armed with slightly better articulation, i tried again at the stand - no dice. then i remembered the second-hand store for a possible alternative.

there are two reasons the second-hand book store was a good idea:
1. i found a great book. it's a book of letters written in yiddish from 1937, which won't be as amusing as much as it will be interesting.
2. in keeping with the stock's style, the store has a ye-olde mechanical credit card swiper - something i haven't seen in years. i didn't know they were still usable, and it's very retro-cool. i enjoyed paying :)

my walking there and back was accompanied by good music, and very appropriate to my mood. mostly puscifer and marilyn manson. my issue is with singing along - it's hard for me not to join in with intensity, but i'm keeping my voice low so as not to freak out the other pedestrians. all i've been wanting to do of late is to let go - to scream, to sing, to jump up and down, and not to do that alone.

just one more week.

i got home to hang up laundry and discover that a building pipe is leaking onto my roof. the caretaker's just left - hopefully we can get the insurance company to send someone on friday. the good news is that the electrical grounding's finally been sorted out, although it would've been nice if i hadn't had to ask :P

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