ill-ness

the week began with me feeling ill, and ended with me feeling much worse. there's nothing like beginning the new week with a restless night and a headache.

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tuesday:

discovered that all the work hassle was caused by a giant screw-up on microsoft's side that not even our "off" code was responsible for. on the plus side, we learned how to use linq properly. read: perform manual disposals every time, as opposed to trusting in closing braces.

it would take all of the work-week to upgrade all of the services and sites accordingly.

quote for the day: "morning is too early for serious libation" (our visiting professor)

rollerblades: the five minute super-roll to get to the meeting point on time was killer; overall it was a tough exercise run and some of it with dizziness.

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wednesday:

t'was a beautiful morning, and for once during the week i wasn't feeling tired... until the lessons began. four hours of freud. w00t.

i went down to the cafeteria for coffee, and a charming girl without a decent proximity sensor muscled in to "just quickly pay" before i could order. she fumbled so long that my coffee was ready before she was, and i slipped the barrista a twenty and waited for my change.
"take your coffee"
"i gave you twenty"
"i gave you change"
...
"you, " she pointed at the girl next to me, "you payed with a credit card!"
"oh! i'm so sorry..." and she returned my money. i don't think she looked particularly embarrassed.

quote of the day: "trauma is the experience of existence". to go with my "a life well-lived is a catastrophe": apparently i mis-remembered, and our professor didn't call me a pervert for that comment - she was apparently very specific about saying "that's perverted" and "but you're not a pervert", so now i've been labelled neurotic because i subconsciously want to be considered a pervert. *sigh*

after a good salad lunch, i continued into the beautiful day. i didn't manage to nap on the bus (although i needed to), the work grind was relaxed (or i was too tired to be stressed), at least until the headache: then i was woozy, broken, had a mini-blackout...
i was wasted :(

my second attempt to nap on the bus failed too... i stopped at home just to drop off my bag, then bussed to the creative writing group.

"if you don't like it, it's free" said the guy i bought dinner from. yeah, right - of *course* i'm going to tell him i don't like it. i wonder if that ever happens? it's not a very convincing sales pitch, in my opinion.

the avengers happened, and i went straight to bed afterwards.

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thursday:

the important bits of thursday were a bad salad lunch, creeping exhaustion, the unfortunate experience of not having done enough of the readings for class, napping in the library, a great anime screening, a surprisingly mentally ready kinder when we finally met for me to explain to him the mess of the men in suits (2009 / 2010), a final touch of work for the week followed by an impromptu gaming night, fluxx making us wonder how often pirates used to lose their voices and thunderstone keeping us going until 1.30am.

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friday:

i managed to make an early-morning meeting at azrieli in which future international employment was discussed. on the way back home, a guy i used to serve with stopped me on the street to ask me what i'm doing.
"really? literature? i thought you were more practical than that."
"nothing's more practical than words, my friend. what are you studying?"
"communication."
"really."

after returning home with a massive helium balloon for pg's brother's birthday, i had the best nap followed by the best wake-up: you know those rare moments of rested, physical peace? i really didn't want to move at all.

we watched the 1927 version of the jazz singer, which was educational, and then did the family dinner. i was completely wiped out and went to bed early.

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saturday:

i woke up early, ate breakfast, passed out, woke up tired again.
a day of seminar writing and email clearing, a nap interrupted by the caretaker of my apartment (there's a leak, and nobody knows where in the building it's from), and a failed run:
the brain is a vastly complex organism - who do i call when temperature control gets out of whack? i stopped when i realized i was on the verge of passing out, needed ten minutes to sit and cool off and then had to focus and walk really slowly to get home.

that all came on the heels of a moment wherein i was considering uplifting house music: the late 90s gave us purely instrumental electronic music that has not resurfaced since, and it was as fantastic as it was short-lived.

after eating fast and showering i took pg out for birthday drinks (to a cool bar next door), but hit my absolute breaking point on the way back and went to bed early. and it didn't help.