no alcohol part i

[this post divided retroactively]

chill out.
it ain't gonna be easy.
back straight.
love. cry. share.

these are the things that i need to remind myself. every day. every minute. not because i keep forgetting, but because i'm not focused on them.

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the kennet shakespeare i'm reading has a very interesting note: lysander really is weeping. tears used not to be considered unmanly: before the recent cult of the stiff upper-lip, men were expected to weep for love.

no shit.

speaking of which: this is a spoiler for toy story 3 that made me want to see it... although armed with alcohol swabs to clean the 3D glasses :P

---wow. has it been so long since i posted? i don't mean from my phone.

i paid the doctor a visit, and he told me to get a full battery of blood tests and a urea breath test done. i complained about my eye, and he told me that i should get hold of an eye doctor and ask about glaucoma. fun.

i went to see my piercer, and she straightened me out by putting big balls in my mouth.
sorry. anyway, while hunting for smileys (we eventually found an anime smiley for the top, and a regular one for below) we came across a peace sign...
"that looks good!" i said. "not cool enough for you," she retorted. oh, well.

she's really sweet, and she made a thing about chilling on the bench with me afterwards where we talked for a bit. i was absolutely blown away when i noticed that she has a severely deformed thumb - i'd never noticed it in any of the photos, and when i went over them to check i was stunned. i didn't say anything, but was amazed at how much it bothered me. i don't know why it bothers me, and i'm annoyed at having such a childish response, but i can't quite turn it off :(

while there i was called up and asked by someone if they could see my apartment; i returned home and napped until i realized that they weren't coming.

---on my way out i stopped to create a facebook event calling for people to rock up at the rabin square fountains with sailboats and squeaky ducks.

it seemed like a good idea at the time, but in retrospect i wasted a fair amount of energy inviting people and when i got there today, at the designated time, i was very much alone with my ducks and my bubbles.

i should have known that my humour would be misread - i never learn. i made a reference to another plan to turn the fountain into jelly, and apparently a lot of people thought that that's what i was planning to do. all anyone had to do was continue to the end.

---i went to work for a few hours, to fight with flex and come up with workarounds... until i realized that the source of all my woes was a really stupid bug involving a missing '@' symbol. boy, did i feel stupid. (but i did earn a +1 debugging bonus)

around 7pm my pre-test fasting began, and i left work for danny gilboa's show.

---the sunset was beautiful and gco's phone call annoying. he was trying to convince me that i should join the march for gilad shalit even if i don't agree with what they're saying - "it means whatever you want it to mean".

no, it's means whatever they *say* it means. i want gilad shalit back, i want him back four gorram years ago, but i want him returned by force, or threats of force, and not by freeing a whole bunch of terrorists and demonstrating more weakness than usual to our loving cousins across the border.

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urchin wasn't answering her phone, so i walked to the sublime instead of leaving my blades with her. on the way, i bumped into one of the vtm group, but his friends weren't interested in paying the couvert charge... [with what i'm earning, i wasn't either :P]

i like south tel aviv.

the sublime performance was the best of theirs that i've seen - they rocked! it was a bit irritating to sit at the bar unable to drink... not even water... but the music was fantastic and the vibe was great :)
he has fangirls, a number of whom i'm friendly with, and we had a good time. one of the waitresses is gorgeous, and i couldn't figure out if she was making eyes at me or if i was simply in her way :P

i took the 18 back home, walking in to find chc and her friend getting ready for the block party - i'd planned on going, right until i discovered that i had to fast :S

i haven't been in good spirits for the last week or so, and having her talk at me about dancing (is she stripping?) and asking me if she was dressed amazingly enough (so much for her profundity) didn't improve them. i spent the long minutes in torpor waiting for my bathroom back.

i sat on facebook for a while, showered and then pseudo-brushed my teeth (no paste allowed, even), and picked up my guitar for the second time in ages to make some noise before passing out.

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