mental yoga

right. so. yesterday.

i woke up around six hours later and plonked myself right back down in front of my pc for some last-minute fixing, then headed off to campus in the rain. i headed straight for the library, and was disappointed to find - eventually - exactly what i was looking for, but in french.

brilliant.

so i verneeked* my intro, rephrasing so that i wouldn't have to quote directly, formatted it all and breathed a (rather strained) sigh of relief when it was mailed, printed, and handed in all neatly.

* a south african's dodgy dealing

then i returned to the lab to finally get into the last poem, because i hadn't touched it. it didn't take me too long, and although i'm not proud of it i think the rest of my paper makes it obvious that i know what i'm doing. or at least that's what i'm telling myself until the results come out. that's going to be interesting. i printed it out (with a giant appendix of the poems themselves, i hope that's not too anti-MLA) and handed it in, disappointing the secretary because i have a girlfriend and i didn't even give her a chance to tell me who she wants to connect me with :P

i walked off campus with a giant headache but a definite sense of catharsis; my brain was total mush and i couldn't piece together the last few days to save a life, but i felt good about it being over, even if i *knocks wood, prays fervently that he doesn't* have to do any supplementaries...

once home, pg came over and we flipped through all the info for the ski trip we're leaving for on saturday ^_^

then we took a long drive up north to visit my kibbutz cousin.
a) loads of traffic, in the rain and at night
b) completely exhausted
c) my cousin looks amazing! she really is (literally) half the person she was six months ago when i last saw her
d) her family's slowly getting sorted out
e) she seems to like the two gifts i brought her from india
f) dinner was pleasant
g) the ride back seemed shorter - perhaps because pg and i had a distracting argument with interesting conclusions

botchman called me to invite to a gathering, but my brain was feeling fried and it's been past my bedtime for a couple of weeks now :P
i woke up this morning in the middle of a strange dream: i was standing outside an exit to an inner campus of a university and had placed a book on the ground. some guy drove out the exit, reached out his window and picked up the book: when i indicated it was mine, he flung it out the window and i yelled "hey!" angrily, then witnessed him stop the car and begin beating the poor guy travelling with him. he almost rode me over when i tried to get him to stop, and i struggled to call campus security to tell them not to let the car with the registration number ending in "2ps ps" out the main gate

then i thought of meat puzzles.

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saying a rushed goodbye to pg this morning, i stopped to take a good look at her - the longer we're together the more beautiful she gets. next week we'll have been together four months, and i can only hope things carry on the way they have been. i don't recall ever being so healthily happy with someone. there's always been something awkward or out-of-place, yet somehow she just keeps being awesome and takes all my shit in stride.

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the thought struck me this morning that i now understand what tgtbt's success actually means. it's way more impressive than i originally thought.

i picked up my copy of beginning theory on my way to breakfast (mine) / lunch (his) with sammy, and it's unfortunate that it arrived exactly one week too late to help me with my papers :P

a couple of interesting extra-work related incidents: my old boss got in touch with me to warn me that his brother, who i had dealings with when i left the army, might be looking for a salaried employee and that i might fit the bill. i was then offered a job - an incredibly worthy one - by a couple of friends of mine involved in the party scene. while we were talking one of them started, then exclaimed "hey! i think your poncho's still in my trunk!"

and it was. i was looking for that - i thought i'd left it in south africa! sweet!

there was lots of work, and a meeting wherein we were told, both officially and practically, nothing. there was supposed to be a knowledge transfer but mine interfered [i'd link, but i haven't yet reached a decision about maintaining anonymity :P], and led to an argument that resulted in a more-or-less consensual agreement that superman was a self-hating homosexual. the one guy who isn't of the same opinion was mortified and upset. i hope not too deeply :P

i completed a fair amount of what i'd planned, got a ride home with a chatty co-worker, had *just* enough time to gobble something down and then strapped on my blades and joined pg and her mum on their way to the group.

it was a good, good blade. i don't remember when last i exerted myself so much. my neck had been feeling tight and uncomfortable all evening and it finally loosened up, and i had a couple of interesting discussions to boot. all in all - a good night, and much needed. i got back to sit on freud's instincts and their vicissitudes in preparation for the morning's disturbathon, and now that i've posted i'm *just* about ready for bed.