stupor-fied

good heavens. not a good idea to drink, when one is not only sick, but tired too. i'm FUCKED UP.

i can't view my blog at the moment, so i'm not sure if i wrote yet that i tried to work on the bugs in the hospital project, only to discover that they're all problems on my co-worker's side. and i watched oh, brother, where art thou, and it's just great.

yogi picked me up around 6pm, went to mmf's, set up tekken, i kicked his ass for a while (26 - 1), we watched a very not-funny comedy, and then he dropped me off at the lizard.

a few friends arrived, we drank, we danced, i helped out with a computer problem (everything was blurry already, by that stage), and i walked home with picker (the american from yesterday). picker is so named because he just flirts with every girl, and totally isn't prepared for the crap they give on sight. hell, i overheard two of them discussing making fun of him because he doesn't speak hebrew... which he does. he just pretends he doesn't. bastard - he even messed me around with that.

everything's spinning. bye-bye now.