made of marshmallows

i got around to those work-relateds, and i completed them - in my opinion, of course - quite nicely.

i spoke to my mom for a while, we made holiday plans and discussed idiotic things. we got into a discussion about the apartment my parents own in israel: my father, who thank the lord has departed, in his infinite lack of compassion and wisdom, left sweet bugger-all to anyone except my brother. my sister is the one in the family who really needs it - she has three kids she's been (and still is) supporting, and they need monies to get educated. now, this wouldn't be too much of a problem if my brother wasn't selfish and completely unsympathetic.

the way we understood it, because the apartment wasn't mentioned in the will, its value should have been split between us four siblings. i was relying on that to be able to pay back my mom (it's mother's day tomorrow!) for my education, but it turns out that legally the will did cover that. swak.

the positive that came out of that conversation: my mother, sister and i form the core of my immediate family, and although times are and have been rough, we're okay. her kids are mostly okay, and beginning to take charge of their lives. i'm okay. my mother's okay. and that really is the bottom line. and at least (when it's necessary and i'm out the army and on my feet) my sister's kids have someone to go to when they need help (me).

i phoned about viewing an apartment, but the guy told me to call during the week. then it took forever to get going to the lizard... primarily because i was being all relaxed, but also because the drawstring on my pants broke, and it took me forever to figure out a way to thread some rope (the spacing is PERFECT for string, which made this more complicated). i am mcguyver with my lighter and a bic pen.

i took a slow walk to the lizard, and all in all it was fun. it was a nice crowd, the music was good as usual, and some interesting people showed up to keep me occupied.



after a shooter and two beers, on top of a long week and some hardcore weekend, and a never-ending walk home, i feel like i've taken two strong doses of mdma. i'm made of marshmallows, i'm warm and comfortable and everything in my mind is slow and squishy. and i like it. to shower! to brush my teeth! to sleep so well i cry in the morning!