i am MORON

at some point this afternoon i passed out, and when i was roused everything suddenly fell into place: i'm SICK.

and i never manage to pick up on that shit. i'm always convinced that i just haven't slept enough. running on saturday afternoon? not smart. continuing to attempt a functional state for two days afterwards? not smart.

aside from that, today went something like this:

waking up early, getting to base, fighting with the screwball (the one from the dog-tag incident) and trying to be useful, discussing the birthright deal with our commander.

going to see the doctor (not about being sick, though), and having to wait an hour to see a bitchy doctor when my appointment had been set last week. 'tards.

visiting the education office for some reassurance, returning to give our TL his birthday present and then going for lunch. eating very little food, mostly due to self-consciousness. later i did the girly thing by balancing the minimal lunch with a chocolate and a box of pringles ("ketchup" flavour? it's msg-flavoured msg).

i had a *moment* at lunch - i suddenly remembered that vision was about to take a test. without my phone calendar beeping at me, i don't remember my own shit, so i'm stunned. and i contacted her just before she went in, too!

"washing": one of the guys made captain recently, so we tied him up, carried him out, and dumped a whole lot of water on him.

after my TL shouted at me for having come in sick (le oops), i got some solid work in for a couple of hours before coming home.

and now it's nap-time.