monday's child

monday morning was harsh, returning to the 5.30am wake up and finding myself a short while later waiting for the bus, calling up a team-mate to make sure that we'd be meeting at the agreed time.
"oh, right. well, i made plans with [vyomanaut] and he's going to give me a ride instead - i would've told you but i didn't want to wake you."
if he'd woken me, there wouldn't have been a chance of my missing the two of them and having to bus to base... at least i'd called in time. i do wish people would stop being so... considerate all the time :/

waiting for them to arrive: an introduction to an uglier day than the one before. and a fly tried to enter my ear.

it was a sleepy half-day; i gorged myself on leftover chocolates and i did a *little* work. i was distracted by a hobbit*, though. she came to use the photocopying machine which sits right behind me, and what began with annoying humming continued with banging drawers in addition to the usually comforting sounds of the scan and print... after five minutes of this i gave up trying to be productive and walked out for a break.
i came back when the coast was clear, got back into the groove... and then she returned for round two.

* i didn't know that that's what they're** called by the rest of the section, and was struggling to describe her nicely when someone volunteered this startlingly accurate element of unit nomenclature.

** there are two of them. and they sit in the same office.

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i had a short argument with one of the guys about our previous SC's manipulation of the system to extract every last penny possible from the army, even the ones that he doesn't deserve. it drives me up the wall knowing that there are lonely soldiers who don't get everything they need (and they struggle to get by), while this fat suckling is taking bonuses with serpentine bureaucracy.

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the day was brought to me by disturbed / godsmack - blood in my eyes going through my head the entire afternoon. mostly because i had the words "blood" and "dust" mixed up in my auditory cortex.

i couldn't get rid of a deep sense of loneliness, which i haven't been touched by in a while. i thought a lot about the superficiality of most of my friendships, and the fact that my life's in complete disarray and i don't have a clue how things will change when i get out of my present absurd situation.

let's just say that i was finding it mightily difficult to believe in the power of american natives

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uni-form off, being-form on: the former had to be peeled off in the horrid, oppressive weather. i vaguely recall showering and napping a bit.

in the evening, i received an apology from nystire's sister, which was really awkward, and entered negotiations to get to a crazy party (with a bunch of south african artists)... unfortunately, no-one i know was going :/

as soon as i realized that they were beginning, i rushed off to urchin's rooftop to catch the independence day fireworks.