lackluster

i was done reading and ready for bed forty-five minutes after posting... only i couldn't get to sleep, not even knowing that i had to be up less than four hours later. maybe i slept for half an hour, but i can't tell.

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apparently the shirt i wore today highlights the fact that i have a belly if i'm not standing up straight. no, i'm not losing the shirt. i will lose the damned belly. friday's the day of my return. i'd say "no excuses" if i wasn't going to a wedding tomorrow night.

what is it with everyone getting married in the next couple of months?! maybe i really do just know too many people, and i'm literally paying the price. i wonder how many of them i'll see at my own wedding... probably not a fair trade :P
anyway, if everyone could just hold off for a year or two until i get settled, that would be neat...

t'was a morning of shitty interfaces: first the bank's login details. a page with all my details printed clearly, one of them labelled "password" and with a number that looks suspiciously like a password. that exact same number reprinted on an envelope attached... and i was supposed to know somehow that i *still* had to open the envelope to find the *real* password? good grief.
the second prize goes to the teacher's survey. the button at the end of the row, for each of my courses, says "i'm not eligible to fill in the survey" and when clicked explains that i haven't been in enough classes. as i've been in EVERY class (minus one, in one course, for which i brought a doctor's note) i was mightily aggravated; the woman who i eventually got through to informed me that it's normal (nobody else i know has seen it) and all i had to do was click the unmarked radio button on the other side. HE-LLO! mcfly?! *tap* *tap* anybody in there?!

my brain was off for first class, which was a shame because we were treated to some great stuff. i was a zombie until lunch with a couple of people who amused me more-or-less awake, then i went to my old office, presumably to pick up my payslip and then head over to the new one but instead being caught up in a meeting with sir anti-logic and (uselessly) inserting more exception handling into the code.

receiving the boss's sympathies is weird.

i was quite tense when i arrived at the new office; stuck in a quandary. is financial discomfort acceptable if my situation is vastly better than it was? i don't know. i tactlessly re-broached the subject with mmf and i think we're on the same page. which is also the same page we were on yesterday, apparently.

the mouldy elevator reminds me of india. the stumpy blonde primping in the elevator mirror made me embarrassed for her. which is good, i suppose, because one of us should have been.

i spent the afternoon playing with jquery and being impressed. it's much easier when you get over the documentation hump that i so happily mentioned before.

the drive back with mmf could have been depressing, could have been threatening, but turned out fun. from feeling laing's loneliness in his attack on my philanthropic tendencies to his surprise at my insight into child-rearing, then on to chatty amusements... traffic was crazy, though, and made a wonderful case for public transport. i don't care how awesome his new car is.

i was really tired when i got home, but pg wouldn't go alone to the studio so i joined her into taking a hip-hop class. it was... okay... the stand-in simply isn't a good teacher, and i remembered having a lot of fun so i'm pretty sure it's just him.

we picked up a trolley to move some of my heavier items across on the weekend; i was going to go past my place by nobody was home, so pg and i showered and went back to goocha's for dinner. i had a seafood pasta that was delicious - and almost a half of pg's burger (she was full! i promise!) - before we came home to eat sweets and chocolates read the last text for tomorrow before going to bed.

i really hope i can sleep this time.