i got up super-early this morning, had a fairly pleasant breath test at the clinic, went past gan meir to beg the manager for use of their electricity on saturday (no final response as yet, but they tentatively agreed), stopped at home for a quick breakfast and to wish i could just go back to bed instead of heading back to work.
the work itself was fine, almost fun: i achieved pretty much everything i needed to, and the first stress test went great. i was stuck in the office late, though, and spent the extra time running back-and-forth with co-conspirator because wordsworth's out of action.
BAD TIMING.
it feels like everything's out of whack, people are getting annoyed with us promoting the events, nobody knows who's running the show and all i can think of is that i need a (now another) stiff drink and to pass out. maybe i'll be better prepared to get my shit together in the morning.
at least there's good news out of petach tikve: identifying those responsible for dog crap on the sidewalk. and the tests totally pay for themselves!
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