misfiled complaints

yeah, and i totally forgot about lunch, which was absolutely disgusting. i called to complain, and after describing each vaguely identifiable foodstuff (in rather impolite terms) i was asked "do you usually eat in the mess hall? i mean, is what you've described worse than usual?"

i think my standards need to come down a little.

naaah. i just need to get back to the real world.

this morning was rough, and got rougher as the day stretched on. i was broken. after lunch i felt even worse, and i tried closing my eyes for a bit but i started feeling faint... ugly, painful, and people around me still expected me to participate. after an energy drink (kosher for passover, and for some reason tasted that way: everything tasted funny today), i began the slow ascent to functional and by the end of the day had actually done some work.

i slept a bit more on the shuttle home, stopped by the hardware store to pick up nails and headed to the pad to hang pictures. on the way i ran into an old friend from my first base, and i could actually offer the man coffee (! ^_^ !) and we chatted until the person he was supposed to meet rocked up. then i continued with the hanging: aside from stabbing myself while extracting a misplaced nail and then accidentally smearing blood on the wall (good stuff i had the paint ready!), i managed a fairly decent job of the smaller items and the overall effect is phenomenal!

i'm really pleased ^_^

now i'm going to shower and hit the hay early. i'm buggered.