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i'm still a little spaced out - probably not helped by the sleep deprivation, general weariness, or two bottles of amstel.

yesterday evening sammy gave me a ride and sat with me at the airport - not the usual tuesday night outing, but enjoyable nonetheless. and at least i have a witness now for when i say that airports don't like me :P

i ran into an old friend in the duty free - so old, in fact, that i didn't recognize him and didn't fully make the connection until after we'd done chatting for ten minutes. after the headslapping moment i didn't feel so bad, though. time takes its toll.

i hate flying. i always bitch, usually about the same old things. not enough space for my legs, so i couldn't sleep for forcefully shaking them constantly to keep the blood pumping. i read most of this month's wired, which is absolutely fascinating.
also, gas at high altitudes expands. i was not a happy camper.
also, my allergic reaction to the bee sting has gotten distractingly itchy.

the changeover was relatively painless, although the helpful bathroom attendant was a bit... too helpful, and the prices were outrageous. i was also reminded that fineliners don't do air-travel.

after my sister woke me up by force-feeding me coffee this evening, i went shopping with my mum and dirk diggler met up with us. after dinner protoplasm rocked up and we went to the waiting room, which has escher moments and a killer view.

i still haven't fully internalized my current location, i still haven't gotten in touch with everyone to say hi, but i'm damn sure of one thing: i'm going to take an anti-histamine, and i'm going to pass out until lunchtime.

and another thing i'm certain of: i don't wanna go back this time. the shower's got me convinced. israelis don't know about showers. they don't know about good food or manners either, but when it comes to showers they just don't have a clue.