decent day - great night: pre-post part 1

wow - two hangovers in a row. at least this morning i *tried* to drink enough water...

yesterday morning:

i dreamed until i was dressed. i dressed slowly. i walked outside, one and a half hours of sleep behind me, trip hop in my ears but not much in the way of enthusiasm, and bumped into an extremely cute blonde neighbour. we walked together for about fifty metres, and while this could've been fortunate her dog took a severe dislike to me to such an extent that he'd turn around and bark at me every few seconds :/

so my day began with a slightly bruised ego, but i managed to catch the elusive bus that always teases me on its way past. that placed me at the stop right on time to bump into icg: *boy* was that awkward. it took each of us a few seconds to place the other, and then the fun "i don't really care but let's be friendly anyway" banter started up. we arrived at the point of no response quite quickly.

i managed to rest my eyes a bit on the shuttle, drowning out the driver's noise as usual and barely noticing all the speed bumps and bad roads on the way. breakfast happened, and then began a morning filled with advising our team-mate who's off to officer's course today and enjoying the fastest promotion with the least wordiness i've ever witnessed.

our unit commander, while i called out the names, numbers and urgency of his missed calls, suddenly remembered that i'm not connected to the network.
"how are you remembering all of that?"
"notepad"
"seriously?!"

i tried to organize my way to the laser shooting range, but everyone who had the authority to sign me up was mysteriously incapable of doing so. the alternative was the real thing, which takes half a day and, in a word, sucks.

our unit gathered to commemorate holocaust memorial day - i don't get why we have to do that a day late - and there was something that bothered me. their extremely authentic entrance set-up lined with barbed wire was pretty damn dangerous and irresponsible. granted, for once the kids weren't pushing and shoving too badly on their way out...

on second thought, maybe we should install barbed wire everywhere :P

the survivor who spoke to us was particularly thrifty with "flavour text", and i had a really tough time staying even vaguely awake :/

on the way back, our SC tried telling me what a grim night he'd had:
"my son had diarrhea last night and so i couldn't sleep - i decided to fight fire with fire..."
"... and you crapped on him?!"
"what?? how twisted are you? i was referring to the lack of sleep!"

and they tell me that *i'm* bad at articulating my thoughts.

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