big deals

i don't talk about my mother a lot, but tonight we had a very serious discussion about her future. the past couple of years have been exceptionally trying for her, and it's way beyond time that she gets out of her current situation.

i wish these things were easier done than said. but the doing is, as is the case with everything else, the important bit.

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shiva chandra: the primary reason for my enthusiasm in going out tonight. i've heard him live twice before...
i remember mendrum; i remember skydiving. i most certainly don't remember mr shiva fluffy chandra with low-key beats and over-the-top cuteness in his overlays.

one track. one friggin' track, around 3am, that got me going with a smile on my face. and that was all. there may have been more, sure, but it certainly wasn't worth finding out. oh! how the mighty have fallen.

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i forgot to mention yesterday how difficult i found it to decline an invitation to a wedding in spite of the knowledge that i was only given it as a formality.

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my SC wouldn't let me go home this morning - which he apologized for later when he registered that i was supposed to be leaving early anyway - so i spent it hiding out on the internet computer catching up with webcomics when i wasn't reading the iliad or fiddling with the guitar.

lunch was improved by my giving the "chicken" to the kinder. it wasn't by consuming the dessert :/

for some reason my throwing arm seems to be in form, which is unusual. i scored a direct hit on a plastic bottle in another cubicle with a mini-chocolate, and later with juggling balls and a moving captain incompetent :P

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tahoma suggests the general down might be due to serpentine influence.

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i had to wait a remarkable amount of time to catch a bus when i left the base. they go past just infrequently enough that the kids are forced to push if they want to get on, which is completely unnecessary :(

on the bus back to tel aviv, i awoke from a nightmare having physically jerked my arms to defend myself. i was so shocked by this that i immediately forgot what i'd been dreaming about.

from the physiotherapist, i came home to shower and nap before munchkin night. i'd left just enough time for shopping, but only assuming an incomplete lack of competence on the part of the cashier. i have a knack for picking the special queues.

the game was good, although nobody had thought to point out that the stranger who'd decided to join us was neither unfamiliar nor welcome. at least things more or less worked out in the end, although there was an uncomfortable argument regarding a few rules that could have been happily avoided.

i chatted with my mum on the way to the club, so that took a little longer to get to than usual. which was fine, because it was still practically empty when i walked in and that was after a hassle to get through the door... i actually had to make a couple of calls, which was odd. at least they apologized eventually :S

ketamind was playing when i walked in, and he was brilliant - again :)
a cute girl at the bar started talking to me, and i thought things were going decidedly smoothly until she pulled out "the husband" (probably fictitious, considering the number of numbers i saw her trade on the dancefloor).

*sigh*
israeli girls.
*shakes head sadly*

dp and a couple of others rocked up, but nobody lasted very long as the music wasn't very inspiring.

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i've just showered, but i can still smell the smoke, my eyes are scratchy, my beard's just a little too long (although i did trim my neck, finally)... i need some sleep.