it's coming off!

the beard's days are numbered! i was informed this morning that my extended suffering has been reduced by a third (after only four requests and much heartache) and while i was unable to physically dance along with my mother on the other end of the line (i was in the centre of the medical base, in full view) i was totally river-dancing in spirit ^_^

i even acquired decent salt 'n vinegar chips on my way out of the medical base - and i didn't have to wait half an hour for them, either :)
i'd list having gotten a ride back to my office as a positive, but they were playing "oriental music" and no matter how good a mood i was in, it still sucked :P

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the day was spent assisting with a celebratory lunch, working pretty hard to clear up a mess i'd made in my project (looking good now, at least), or generally sitting around and being silly with the kinder and nystire. between the three of us we're far too capable of dragging conversations in the wrong directions: the highlight of the day being sexual relations with orangutans and smurfs... over lunch... with a few other people around...

the "wear sunscreen" presentation i began a long, long time ago? i finished it before leaving, and was planning on presenting it but our new SC doesn't really dig the idea so i had it emailed instead. about half an hour later i received a phone call thanking me from someone who had smiled at the entire presentation, and about an hour or so ago i spoke to the kinder, and it appears he also appreciated it.

all good, then - now i just have to practice my speech :)

did i mention being bitten by mosquitoes? not during the festival, mind - rather on getting into the car on the way back. tiny buggers, and my arms are covered in large welts (about an inch in diameter) that have been driving me nuts since. couple those with a large blister on my finger (the dermatologist did warn me that would happen) and throw my sore neck* into the mix, and we have a physically uncomfortable totalwaste...

* as much as i may bitch and moan, though, i cannot express in words the joy - both at the time and retrospectively - of not having been bothered by it on the dancefloor; after loosening up during yesterday's morning set i didn't feel it at all until we were back in tel aviv :)

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upon arriving back in tel aviv, i changed clothes and headed for the police station to file a report. i got myself really riled up on the way, only to find nobody useful and was handed a telephone number to contact in the morning. if this gets complicated, then i'm heading straight to the papers.

i forgot to mention something else about the police at the festival - searching the tents with dogs in the middle of the night is frikkin' TERRIFYING, and it doesn't help that the police dogs upset all of ours. there's nothing that they can achieve that justifies that sort of behaviour...

... someone came up with an interesting idea today - a "serve and protect" awareness campaign might be a good idea.

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i have done absolutely nothing for the past three and a half hours besides sitting online and unsuccessfully trying to splice movies. too lazy even to shop? disgusting. i think that'll put me at bedtime soon.