kamatz katan

it began as a pleasant autumn (!) morning, with a lesson on hebrew vowels as i walked in and a slow progression towards the tasks of the day: none.

that's not entirely fair, because i had plenty to do and no way of doing it, so i spent most of the day trying to make myself useful to others and studying things that will hopefully come in handy.

i did (mostly) finish the report i was writing, and passed it on to my team-mate. after he edited it i had a look, and when we were satisfied - i swear this was completely automatic, unconscious, programmed behaviour - i saved and closed the window.

he'd opened it straight from his inbox, and didn't have access to his temporary files, so we'll have to repeat the update again. that was embarrassing.

sparkles "indulgent" line, my mother brought me a few packs when she came here, are terrifyingly addictive. the traditional sparkles are too sweet, these things are *just* right. i feel bad about having consumed so many in the past two days.

i saw the doctor today, and then the dentist. that got the violation needs sorted out. i couldn't cope with the hebrew in either event. medical terms are beyond me.

THE ADMISSION OF THE DAY

it struck me on my way home that maybe i'm not looking for love. i've sabotaged every opportunity i've had in recent years. we all think we need it, but quite frankly i've raised so many issues in my head that it's more trouble than it's worth.

and besides, it's supposed to happen by itself. i'm not looking for a relationship, i'm not looking for one-night stands, so i guess i'm out of the running and should be parking off on a bench somewhere.

now to clear the whitney houston lyrics from my head with a fresh dose of marilyn manson.



i was pissed off with nystire today, because he's still ten-year-old sulky. that sort of thing is not only completely inappropriate and anti-social (this is our work-environment, others are disappointed too), but it really put me off-track when he demonstrated a lack of trust over a teaspoon.
i left the schoolyard many years ago, and i somehow expect people older than me to have left theirs too.

it was with this in mind that the thought for the day arrived:
the only way to stop being miserable and persecuted is to stop being miserable and persecuted

although he did post me this link: google earth flight simulator - looks fun