28/05/04

04.45: woke up.
05.15: left for the bus.
05.45: arrived at the gym. on time. miracles can happen.

i tried sleeping during the taxi ride to jerusalem, but it wasn't so easy. i weighed in, and spent a couple of hours "warming up", which meant sitting around, pretending to stretch every now and then.

my fight was BAD. my opponent used mosquito tactics, and i'm WAY too impatient to not go in - i just gave him point after point, and he really isn't very good. i did have fun, though - i felt totally in control of the fight.

the rest of the day was spent coaching other players, and reading my book (when nietzsche wept) - which is bloody fantastic. downright inspiring.

the taxi back was alright - i was still reading, so i didn't notice.

all the food shops were closed - my list of food consumed since yesterday's lunch (until now, even):
two yoghurt-sized chocolate desserts, one small packet of twizzler's, half a pita-bread (the small israeli kind), and a packet of chips.
add to that one bacardi breezer that i consumed on my way home from the busstop, and that should've made for an interesting afternoon. alas, my tolerance is acting up, and i totally haven't felt the alcohol.

i've had a styling shower, and played some counterstrike, and am now debating (with myself, of course) writing down some of my new creation-theory. or at least checking to see if anyone else has thought of it first.