sore neck, sore wrist, sore feet

i missed the bus this morning, and missing by a small amount really is as good as by a mile. i sat with a cup of coffee and a book while waiting for my "usual" morning ride, and bore witness (unofficially) to a couple of people fighting after one had dinged the other's car. it amazes me how badly people can behave while doing something as simple as exchanging contact details.

i didn't get a lot of work done today, but managed to close a couple of important things anyway. i also participated in a meeting that i found to be both purposeful and interesting.

the birthday celebration was nice - really good cakes, the tennis ball i prepared was joined by a small coconut that my TL found, and the impression they made together was great. i did manage a bit of a faux pas a bit later on, when another team-mate miscalculated the main gift's cost per person and i made fun of her out loud... the birthday boy was sitting between us at the time :$

i left early again, with a shopping mission to perform before training. unfortunately, this mandated being a part of the pushing and shoving that's required at certain times during the day in order to get onto the stupidly infrequent buses. i was miffed for minutes afterwards. i managed to do the shopping comfortably, though - i tried to film the guy's response when i approached him with a rather awkward request, but he didn't so much as flinch :/

hi. i'm, umm, looking for a gift for a friend of mine. i'm looking for a men's magazine, but with, umm, slightly more mature women.
the guys want to send a gag gift to one of our section who's doing the same course i did last year, but these sorts of things just aren't available. instead, i walked out with the marge simpson playboy for my previous team-mate, who's been going nuts trying to get hold of it :P

i missed the bus (this time it was expected), and caught a different one that turned out to be even better. i would've slept the entire way if my TL hadn't called me up... we missed something a few months ago and tomorrow we're going to have to write a full report. joy!

my feet hurt after thursday's training, and they're hurting again now - the floor in our ra'anana gym isn't right somehow. the warm-up was fun*, the stretching fine, and the forms great... and we got to fight.

* although my neck's out. at least i'm seeing the physiotherapist tomorrow :D

1) i can't believe i got slapped in the face for continuing to open my mouth. my immediate reaction was affront, then wonder, then amusement; i have to admit that while it's a stronger response than i'd expect, it was pretty much deserved. and i actually did shut it for the next fight :P

2) apparently i scared nystire. i actually enjoyed messing with him. unfortunately, he caught my wrist with a freak kick (undefined random lashing out) and it's a bit uncomfortable. nothing too serious, at least :)

3) i wish i'd fought the second fight first, when i still had the energy required. i couldn't figure out my opponent, and hesitated far too much. in the end, i was merely reacting and the couple of kicks i got in just weren't enough to combat the whirlwind of attacks he was drilling me with.

my mother sent me an sms - i have a ticket for new year's! and that's next week ^_^
(my mommy totally rocks!)

the bus ride home was fascinating - i spent it swapping ipods and chatting with a woman from our tel aviv training. it took a while for the conversation to find a groove, but it was quite enjoyable and i was surprised when i realized we were about to hit my stop.

showered, fed, watched an episode of big bang theory. now bed.

song for the week: dead or alive - you spin me round