in moderation

i've just had the hot shower that i sorely needed, and after posting i'm going to sleep like an infant... i'll probably wake up screaming like one too, for that matter. i have a feeling that in addition to the 6am alarm being difficult i'm also going to have lost most of the use of my legs.
the route this evening was gruelling - great fun all round, but tough on muscles that had had their share of rough handling before we began :P

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the walk along the beach last night was beautiful, peaceful, and put me in an extremely good mood. i glided back home serenely, had some rum and vodka that my housesitters had left behind, and stopped watching more full metal alchemist to talk to my mum. our chat was so engrossing that i completely forgot that i had plans, and had to jump fairly fast to make it to rabin square on time for an absolutely brilliant session.

in spite of the fact that my eyes are strained to the max, and i could barely see anything for all the fuzziness :(

we were joined towards the end (after scrapper and i'd already been going for about an hour and a half) by the old friend i ran into a couple of weeks ago. he wasn't bad, but we're quite beyond his level... irrelevant, though, because after we played a little i received a phone call from one of my old team-mates: last week when i saw them, i gave them cash to get me a ticket to the "lady day" concert... and forgotten about it completely. i had half an hour to get dressed and make it to the tmuna theatre.

i felt bad about cutting the session short, but scrapper was kind enough to take me there and i made it *just* in the nick of time. with very tired and stiff legs and a neck to match, but that's alright. i bought my round just ahead of tamar eisenman, and i was decidedly uncomfortable about whether or not to let her ahead of me even though i'd waited so long. she is made of awesome, you know.

to make things worse, she's 5'4" and she stood with her friends right behind me the entire evening. i tried to make myself shorter, i really did. by the time the performances (incredible female israeli artists singing cover songs in honour of women's day) were over, i was wobbly and wondering about fainting...

so the girl (i really need to give her a nickname, so gasoline it'll have to be) and i meandered on down to the chaser bar to pay ta2 a visit on the opening night of the new alternative line. the bar's a far sight better than the yehoshua, and we talked rubbish for a bit while consuming rum, jager and tequila.

i walked part of the way home with gasoline, the rest being quiet but with a decidedly distended belly. i'm definitely developing a complex, and in addition to nutrition and exercise i think i've changed my posture for the worse.

i went to sleep with the massage pillow doing wonders for my neck, and it received an encore for wake-up, too. i'm pleased i managed to drag myself out of bed, and i'm very happy with my decision to leave my jacket behind - it was another warm day.

there's a guy from my old base who i run into every few mornings. we've finally run out of things to say :/
i slept on the shuttle until we hit the speed bumps at full tilt, saw my SC on the way in and explained that we needed to talk, then went for a decent, greasy mushroom pastry for breakfast*.

* the guy behind me, at 8am, was complaining that if he didn't get an energy drink soon he would die. i can see him pegging from a heart attack or something related, and energy drinks being banned here as a response :(

my SC caught up with me in the corridor, and i was very happy to find myself expressing myself properly and beginning to get my situation across to him.
a pity we were cut short because he had to rush off somewhere.

my satellite phone's alright, especially compared to the previous one (so far), but it refuses to ring. i find that rather silly.
the guy in charge of communications on base told me he was on his way, and would be fixing my missing phone line within five minutes. i waited for about twenty, and eventually one of my old team-mates arrived and sorted it all out.

now i can take messages for the boss :P

after an unpleasant experience rescuing a cardboard toilet-roll tube from the toilets (ew)...

... to be continued, i'm exhausted.