grit

[my apologies to the owners of both those photos]

i bit the bullet last night, and got a mouth full of powder. breaking up with singer was a really difficult thing to do, and it kills me how much i hurt her in doing so.

why do i always feel more connected when i'm saying goodbye?

i had a long conversation with my mother on the way home, and when i arrived began upgrading to gutsy gibbon before taking an hour's nap that lasted until 3am. i couldn't stay in bed, so i walked to south tel aviv in the cool breeze. the club the alternative line took place in was awesome - specifically the toilets. the toilets are operational elevators in every sense except that they don't go anywhere.

all i could think of was "it's not a good idea to take a dump in a closed elevator".

the tail end of the party was good, and i heard that the beginning of it was incredible... bummer. it shut down at 5.30, and i took a slow walk home under a beautiful sunrise. there's an exhibition on rothschild that is absolutely stunning, and the low light was perfect for it. really impressive sculptures.

i got home, put on my blades, and got some exercise. the streets are quiet and traffic officers don't exist until 9am (i phoned the city council and received verification), and it felt good. now that i've eaten and finished the upgrade, i'm going to shower and go back to sleep... i think there was talk of training this morning.

for hypochondriac in me