no pool party for me

turns out i got the date for the pool-party wrong (the invite was in hebrew, i got confuzzled); so on my way home i tried to organize a ride, but it was too late. oh well. i sat at the little confectionary-type store near my place, watching mtv base's discussion on the influence of the godfather series on hip-hop, eating a pizza-pastry that was seriously good.

pity i spent half the night with that uncomfortable, icky feeling that lactose-intolerance brings me. but it wasn't really pizza!

i got up around 3pm, having lain in bed thinking about that asshole from our base cafeteria threatening me. shit like that sticks in my head, and really aggravates me. with the thought of my current fitness level really bothering me (he's a big bastard, and i can't not go there when i want a coffee break), i hopped out of bed and pulled out my exercise mat. i'm actually quite impressed that in my first set of push-ups that i've done in ages, i made it up to 30. now i need to improve on that.

i was going to organize a new uniform from storage (the one i've been wearing the last couple of weeks really needs a wash), but i ingeniously left the key on base. and tomorrow we're going to have a serious inspection... whoops. another day, then. i really do need to get my life sorted out.

so i came to work, to arb online and catch up on news; now i'm going milling about tel aviv. i really don't have anything better to do.