t'was a silent, tired morn...

...no cock crowed, not even at dawn
as i let my eyes' poor membranes rest
i put my faith in men to the test
but disappointment made itself known
my quiet, peaceful daybreak blown
for as i arose, gave myself over to a yawn
so did the rooster, his battle lines drawn
and i, slave to old father time
could not help but give in
and turn my back on this crime

in addition, i woke up all depressed that the apartment's not happening :(

i'd organized a section breakfast for this morning, and then completely forgotten about it. excellent. the reminder came in the form of two people calling me to inform me that they had to pull out, so i was left to carry for three.

a pity i was already on base. i paid a visit to the strip mall:
a) the bakery doesn't do bread until the early afternoon, for mornings it's pastry only
b) aroma's bread is super-expensive (although really, really good)
c) i told the girl at aroma's counter that i wanted a salad for about ten people. she brought out a huge bowl and said that all the salads except the basic one come in that size, so i agreed. when my order eventually came out, it was a tiny little single-serve box... i argued with her until the manager came out, and argued with the manager until i got my money back. that wasn't pleasant, but i don't like being served something that i've already explained i'm not interested in.

i spent the morning translating - it's horrible. most of the shit doesn't make sense in hebrew. it looks like it was made by a bored secretary, and i'm shocked the our commander expects me to handle the graphic stuff as well.

the late lunch was alright - with two disturbing notions making a round at the table.
1) singing telegrams by a fat, unshaven man named maurice dressed in a pink bunny suit with the duracell drum for accompaniment.
2) a "two girls one cup"-style video as the continuation of the story of goldilocks and the three bears - after goldilocks has been digested by the bears. god that's horrible.

i must have been really dehydrated after lunch, because i was completely incapable of processing anything and any motion was difficult. i'm so glad that nystire had the presence of mind to photograph me in the coffee circle :S

i started coming around, and the more i got into what i was doing the more i realized that none of the results made sense. it took the remainder of the day to figure out that our work was fine, our computers weren't, and by then i'd had more than enough.

i noticed yesterday that the quality of my posting has dropped dramatically the last while, and i'm just as disappointed with this one but i'm too tired to do anything about it.

i'm still exhausted. and i'm going out in an hour. stupid me.