dreaming of NIN

i woke up after having just the right amount of sleep to hallucinate (eyes wide open) trent reznor standing in the shadows of my window screaming. it was going to be a fun morning.

although, that reminds me: i forgot to mention a couple of things about the concert:
1) MGR! thank the gods i thought to wear my goggles, because whenever the stage lights hit us i just flipped them down and carried on, while those around me were groaning instead of losing their heads.
2) my legs. they bloody well hurt after that much jumping and stomping.
3) the front-line security boys handing out cups of water throughout the concert was ingenius! i don't know if that's normal, i've never made it to the front before.

when i arrived at base - having had my previous request for a holiday denied - i passed out for about an hour and a half. didn't do much for my neck, and the only response i had when woken for coffee was groaning.

and lurching. i could handle lurching.

by the time the big meeting began, i was caffeinated to the gills (SO glad i thought to bring red-bull). it was an interesting meeting, interesting being where we're told that we haven't met the deadlines by a long-shot and that we have a crazy run ahead of us, and our unit commander spent a lot of time shouting at our SC.

the kinder pissed me right off at lunchtime, i was too tired to be patient or ignore him.

i re-did what i began a couple of days ago, catnapped, and spent the rest of the afternoon totalled. i was stupid not to leave early.



i just can't get over the concert.

i did a minimum (more than i was really capable of) effort share of the cleaning in the afternoon, then went to wait for the shuttle. again it didn't arrive, so i took the shuttle to ramat gan instead. i got off a little early, but enjoyed the brain-dead meander down the road (that i'd lived in until we found this apartment), then hopped on a bus that brought me right home.

-- misbehaving moment that most of us saw coming --

i had a quick shower, put on normal clothes, and took a bus to singer's.



we had another long chat, and i'm very comfortable continuing to see her if it stays at this level. i don't remember feeling this un-pressured about dating. and the difference lies in me.

the above scribble came out of the discussion we had, and i said i'd make a t-shirt of it. we had a very chilled evening, really nice, and the morning came in with a proper tel-aviv air to it and a good coffee start.

i got home, woke up the kid, and we went on a mission. we began with sandwiches on the corner, then walked up dizengoff to pongo! to make the shirt - came out beautifully. we went to the mall, and got sucked into disc-centre.

that's a lie. i knew that was going to be a part of the mission. i got three nine inch nails albums: the downward spiral, further down the spiral and broken. i was contemplating buying fixed, but replaced it with led zeppelin IV, and now i know that the song that drove me nuts coming back into jerusalem was when the levee breaks :)

i, along with a couple of the workers there, upset the kid and the rest of the workers when we began enthusiastically discussing the concert - not the intention, but it's not going to stop anytime soon.

i wanted to buy a tool shirt, was shown an a perfect circle shirt, got confused and left empty-handed. i want a tool shirt with the album-art from 10,000 days, but with one picture in particular.
now, i could make it myself, but there's something decidedly not right with that.

i bought some art supplies, we browsed and were shocked by the prices of digital drums, and walked back home. oh, there's a place on the way that sells dr. pepper. i like.

we did some shopping, and since i've been back i've done nothing but sit online. it's now about time to break out the biltong my mother brought me and get some real-life reading going.