*WHEW*

actually, i'm gonna be worried about it until i get a response. aside from the fact that i'm going to be sending ten pages with an apology note for it being over (and praying that it won't be returned with "TLDR" scrawled in red - cutting it down will hurt), i'm *really* thrilled with the fact that it's come out reasonably well and it's not bullshit.

a week and a day from the request, and five since arriving at a topic. i need a rest, but i could do with another topic :)
now how the hell am i going to send it to the advisor? snail-mail? on foot?

i forwarded the idiot nco's mail to the head of my unit today explaining that we've given up and that the problem runs deeper than mere disorganization. i promised to make every effort to find alternative means of transport. i'm wondering if the nco will understand to be embarrassed by this...

i confronted our SC with a very simple statement today: "i'm not happy here". this was after being informed by a few section members that they're not interested in being friends or in enjoying coming to work.
i don't get it.

i spent half an hour verbally sparring with the wanker, he kept contradicting himself, missing the point, and trying to word his way out of whatever we were discussing. he then had the audacity to call me "unstable". i didn't have the audacity to call him a bunch of things that popped into my head at that moment. they weren't particularly elegant.

i *am* glad that my mum phoned me immediately afterwards. she was concerned about something that the book i'm reading addresses really well (james hillman - re-visioning psychology, i'm not pushing!).
anyway, it's always nice to talk to her, a reminder that i'm not completely off the rails :)

i had some satisfaction at work, and didn't actually mind staying late to get a ride to the bus. i'm always deriding those who run for buses, but i did so myself today and made it in time to save a solid half-hour in the sweltering heat... maybe i'll stop being so preachy about that.

or not, i'm apparently always preachy :P

i put on my blades and swung down the road to sell off an old phone (for the rather symbolic amount of NIS 20, nothing else has attracted callers) but the guy wasn't really keen. i guess it does count as a bit of exercise, which i quite need. i'm still hurting from my niece calling me pregnant :/

i've spent the entire evening sitting in front of my computer, learning and debating with ru55's fiancée, and am about to pass out.