busy week

a while ago i stated that i was going to start focusing on writing less, or at the very least focusing on the more important events of my daily existence. the problem is twofold - i have this weird obsession with attention to detail that causes me to believe that everything is of import, and scribbling all this rot down is usually quite cathartic and a little addictive. it's a self-feeding ego!

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so, quick summary. monday was awesome - i went to a conference in jerusalem on post-humanity and was inspired in so many directions that i have a long list of notes and ideas and am filled with enthusiasm for them. also: jerusalemites are a weird folk. i regret lunch.

on the way home i suddenly felt antagonized by the previous night's experience, and i walked in to my apartment upset again.

tuesday was a null and void work day, followed by a really horrible couple of hours in the other office. my co-worker pays no attention to detail and makes screw-ups that can only be caused by him not reading what he writes.

on the way home i suddenly felt antagonized by the previous night's experience, and i walked in to my apartment upset again. this time, i had a stiff drink and put on my blades; pg's brother joined us (that's now five family members if i count myself), and i spent most of the evening reliving sunday night's experience and learning about immigration to canada. apparently i've understood the immigration site backwards.

today i woke up early to get to campus to sort out my schedule - it appears that in my enthusiasm (and due to a slight misreading of the website) i've registered to take all the courses i need for my degree in a single year. i'll start finding out tomorrow if that's actually possible - it's probably not wise, though, but if it's doable that would be incredible: a whole year dedicated to a master's thesis? shit, i could do with that.

work was null and void, and i returned past singer's place to meet her new boyfriend and pick up my copy of her album; i appear in the "thanks" :) i then hurried off to meet pg and her father at the cinema to watch real steel.

i kept asking: "it's about robots beating the crap out of each other, how can they screw that up?!"

so now I know:
1. by not being a movie about robots beating the crap out of each other.
2. by being really, really badly written. like - i'd like to make a film about beating the crap out of whoever's responsible for the script.

i only discovered when i got to work that i'll be here until about 6am... oops. at least i have plenty of other stuff to do. tomorrow's going to be a bitch, though.