iron ON

i dreamed a satellite phone was ringing this morning. it rang twice. then my phone rang and woke me up, with nystire mumbling something about arriving in a minute.

this was before 10am. i am jake's raging, vengeful hangover.

we had an hour or more of me waking up, being cheerily verbally abusive as is my natural state, got spot ready, played a couple of rounds of tekken and then all slithered off to the central bus station.

i finally found boots! w00t! and not too expensive. i unscrewed the queer metal plates on the heels, and they're pretty much standard gear now :)

we all split up, spot and i going through to south tel-aviv to check out prices for mass-producing tee-shirts. the first place was a tad iffy, we got a price list and the work's a bit better than iron-ons at home.

the second place was decent. i began by offending the guy, we spent 2.5 hours sitting and talking (the word boisterous springs to mind), and when we walked out spot reminded me that we'd gone in to get prices, and we'd walked out without. but we know that he's the guy to do business with - he sells quality and he's an extremely interesting character.

we bussed home, then took books and had breakfast at cuppa joe's, sponsored by the zionist federation of south africa. after all the shit they put me through^*, they should have sponsored me a lifetime supply of free breakfasts.
it was a pleasant meal, a lovely afternoon, and hyperion just got GOOD (as in, really good).

i was going to take a nap when we got home, but i've been online since... shameful.

good idea!

^* those are just some links citing specific examples, without going into detail about the appalling conditions of the temporary apartment, their general bad-attitude, and their policy of swindling defenseless and already poor immigrants