human ashtray

ok. i smoke too much. WAY too much. at least i know that when i reach the end of my mandatory service, i won't be pulling fifteen-hour workdays, and i'll have enough cash to return to training. and then i can quit. again.

note to self: when completely wiped out, do not attempt a glass of glennfiddich on top of a whiskey shooter. regardless, the sea-food risotto (spleling?) was superb.

after zinc, organizer dropped me off at home, and i crashed until 11am. i called kc's father, who asked "do you want a lift with us?".
i hadn't woken up properly, and i heard "do you want to live with us?". the conversation that ensued was a bit awkward :P

i then took a bus to base, picked up my bag with my nice clothes (*slaps forehead* - i can't believe i left it in my office), and a note on my desk that my commander left me. it's a really sweet note, difficult as it was to figure it out (good hebrew in squiggly handwriting, it's, like, heavily encrypted).

when i got back to my area, i bought some nice gifts, and then returned "home" to snore another couple of hours.

i took a taxi to the ayalon, and after half an hour my cousins picked me up. supper was fantastic, but breaking the transfer news to my family wasn't as shock-inspiring as i'd anticipated. at least they approve :)

i slept most of today, took a long walk here just to arb online (oops, i actually got a bit of work done - by accident, i swear!). now i'm heading back, to get ready for another huge dinner.

oh - i tried to move to wordpress again. the importer sucks ASS, so i won't be thinking about it again until somebody convinces me that it's worth wasting a nick - once you delete, you can't reclaim. f*ckers.

grow some spine!
zomg so jealous!
cute
no more suicides over "oops"
cap'n torvalds
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salvage stations
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