i'm passing out.

i was so tired between last night and this morning, that i woke up certain it was tuesday. so i woke up late, then missioned off to the bank, assuming i was on a half-day holiday.

hell, i even had breakfast on the way. thoroughly enjoyable belgian waffle, with oodles of chocolate, and good coffee. things were going well.

i never made it to the bank. for some reason - which nobody's been able to explain to me - all the bus routes were changed this morning. it took me ages to get the right stop... and after waiting half an hour (in terrible heat) i noticed a sign saying that the lines i was waiting for have been closed until the end of the year. or something to that effect.

by that stage, i had to return to base. and even if i HAD made it to the bank, for what i need to do i can only go on tuesdays, so it wouldn't have helped.

but i didn't know it was tuesday yet.

i found out when my team leader phone to scream at me for being late. i argued with him, but when i realized what had happened all i could do was laugh. he eventually found it amusing too. sad that i've had to cancel the half-day holiday for tomorrow, but i wouldn't have made it to the bank anyway.

i did a smidgen of work, then went for a humus lunch with the mongoose. then worked a bit more, then went to volleyball practice.

between practice and the match, i had a long talk with our section commander, and unashamedly told him how i feel about my job in the army, and reminded him that he doesn't need me - any monkey can do my job, and that i want to leave. he's still sore about it. i still can't officially talk to anyone about it.

the tournament: match 1. we should've stormed them, instead beat the 2 - 0, leading with 6 and 3 points respectively. and for two reasons only: because our "coach" switched players badly (which we'd discussed before the games, and he thought he knew better), and because players had difficulty returning to their positions.

i was surprised at how satisfying it is to be the person who wins the last point - they couldn't respond to my serve. extremely gratifying. that on top of a generally well-played game.

the dog got a call from his mom, so i grabbed the phone from him and gave her a FULL REPORT, from my perspective, of how he's been. the dog's face went from shock to horror, and he didn't know what to do. i've been waiting for an opportunity to speak to her in front of him for AGES, and this had hilarious results. he was with me when i promised to keep her informed, and i think he conveniently forgot that he was part of the deal.

i couldn't stop smiling for the next half hour, while listening to him defending himself (unsuccessfully, his mother's insane and cannot listen to reason) as his mom went on the attack.

i really am a bastard sometimes.

we (the dog, scout, and myself) hung around a bit while waiting for firefighter (can't be arsed to look up what i called him last time), and then we all went off to the lincoln. due to confusion with bus routes, this took a LOT longer than expected, and involved much silliness and singing together at the tops of our voices.

the pool was fun, and scout's improving dramatically after only a couple of times playing with us. nice to see that :)

we then went for supper to the zinc. i had the best roast-beef sandwich (well, vertically challenged sandwich, anyway) of my life, the others seemed happy with their meals too. and we drank beers, even though in uniform (it was the waitress! she made me!). aside from the food the atmosphere was great as usual, and we all told funny stories.

i took a bus home - broken from the moment i left the table - had a cool shower, and HAD to blog before going to bed. we have a meeting at 08:00 sharp, and we've been warned about being late. i get the feeling the dog's going to fuck up, and i've been told by both commanders that if he does, he's gonna be in deep shit. i don't know if i'd feel more sorry for him than amused by him, but he's had it coming for a long time now.