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Thursday, April 05, 2007

tardiness and wasting thursday

21:30
the adrenalin rush that i'd intended to write about at the time has long passed, the connection between us and those thar intarwebs is so bad that i've spent the past hour trying to upload the photos that i took at the time when my heart was still girlishly beating wildly.

i was seated on the head when i felt something buzz my leg - i gently flicked it, and it landed quietly and calmly about a foot in front of me. we have a tiny toilet - when i stood up, it suddenly sprang to life and started tearing around the area, and i hadn't even managed to pull my pants back up before i was frantically defending myself, waving arms and legs like a man in a very loose straight-jacket.

i managed to, erm, calm it down, and spot and i took some photos before flinging the poor thing out the window. it only took a couple of minutes to edit them to my liking, and i've been reading webcomics while waiting for the server to stop screwing my around... with no luck.

the day itself was cool - except when it wasn't due to the heat wave / dust storm that's settled. bad, bad pune-ing, i'm sorry.

another day begun with exercise, but my legs ached during its entirety from last night. i really enjoyed working today, i learned a lot. lunch was most impressive for an army base.

nystire had finished pouring the coffee, and each of us had taken his cup, when suddenly i heard an odd glooping sound - as he lifted it, his glass cup had separated cleanly from its base, with hysterical results. adding to this was him phoning me as i got home, to inform me that it had happened again.

nystire: STOP DRINKING COFFEE. it's a sign, man.

i stopped off at the bank: i'd arrived on time, those times being listed and the bastard last week had assured me that i could come back this evening for my cheque-book. doors locked and barred >@

my legs had been in a particularly bad way on the busses home, so i went out for a jog - something about lactic acid? my legs are doubly sore now :'(

thursday night? what do i do?

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