i missed my bus last night :( so i'm kinda in a hurry now...
got a call as i got home - the annoying dude not only arrived late, but forgot his key. fortunately yogi managed to find someone else to sort out that shit, but the conversation we had was none-too-pleasant.
i accidentally left the hot-water cyclinder on again. DAMN, that's annoying.
i put on socks with uncomfortably large holes this morning, picked up my laundry, hopped on the bus, and to be honest, most of today was none too interesting. aside from terrible punning, from which the acronym for my soldier-status suddenly became "hamas" ("chayal mesubach", or "complicated soldier")... that turned out to have unusually entertaining results :P
oh, yes. GREAT volleyball. i may be smelly, but i'm happy and smelly.
other than that, i had that chat with my landlord, and things seem alright. in any event, nystire has found a potential apartment ^_^
work has been quite productive, pandora's helped out ;), and it's time to go home.
most soldiers go into the army at age 18, and go home to mommy and daddy on the weekends (or during the week, in the case of desk-jockeys).
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