on the way out, almost

i'm still embarrassed about yesterday's post :$

i woke up early this morning; spot and i fought over breakfast and coffee before taking a walk to and splitting up at the bank. the teller came out to help me with the information kiosk, and when i handed him spot's bank details he was surprised: "hey! this is my handwriting! whose account is this?"

yeah, like he'll remember :S

spot and i walked home together, i put in a load of laundry, and then went out to do some shopping. i was looking for nice paper to write the team notes with, and i absent-mindedly walked into the alternative book-store. the irish guy started off being helpful, and then dragged me into a half-hour political which i really wasn't prepared for. he did provide me with a fantastic read: he'd just received an advance copy of a book entitled war made new: technology, warfare, and the course of history - 1500 to today. it's $35, but he has a personal exchange rate of 2:1 to the shekel. nice!

i sat down at cafeneto for a cup of coffee and to begin reading. having failed in my mission, i asked the waitress (the one who invited spot to a sleepover the other night) for assistance, and she directed me to the perfect place. the book is brilliant, and interesting: the one fact that got stuck in my head is that king charles viii died when he hit his over-sized head on a door jamb, and cracked his skull. this comes after he conquered italy and revolutionized the art of war at the time - that's just bloody hysterical!! [no, spot, i didn't say irony. see? i don't confuse the word all the time ;)]

i walked to the shop, and bought envelopes and a decent pen. buying the paper as well would've been too damn expensive, and as it is i've spent a rediculous amount of money on my section in the last month :S

i went home, sorted out the washing, updated my ipod, and left for work. i've been ripping my cds most of the afternoon - it's seriously annoying that what once was an awesome collection of original discs has been reduced to a state of horribly scratched and abused. my led zeppelin remasters have a few songs (including, of course, stairway to heaven) that are simply too shredded to listen to :'(

until about half an hour ago, i actually worked the whole day here. i've now essentially cleared my desk, and i'm ready to roll! i won't talk about how messed up i am emotionally and mentally at the moment; it looks like i might sleep on the flight home.

yogi arrived back from his honeymoon today, we went out for a cute sushi lunch and he's brought me back a gift to damage my lungs a bit (duty-free carton, will i have any problems bringing it through customs?) :)

i sent the boss an email requesting that i not get paid for my vacation this time, i struggled enough making up hours the last holiday :P
on his way out, he slipped me $200 and told me to have fun - nice! again!

i just spoke to the kid, he's informed me that i have a meeting on monday with my primary commander: we're going to have a chat with her tomorrow in which i explain to her exactly what she can do with her meeting...

i've got an hour or so now to transfer my rips to my ipod, one by friggin' one (spot won't allow me to use cracked software at work, and at home i'm too lazy to search, so both at home and at work i'm forced to use trial editions... anapod, you guys are bastards!), write my letters, and then i'm off!



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