off-balance

i was tired before we left for the wedding... also, i've only met the groom once before (and briefly), so i was both surprised and embarrassed to discover that it was he after greeting him with an enthusiastically response of "how're you doing?" instead of "mazal tov!"

that only got worse as the evening progressed, as i didn't really get a chance to congratulate him until about halfway through the second course...

my legs suddenly began to hurt soon after we arrived, and my feet followed suit. otherwise, it was a night of half-decent music* and half-decent food.

* half the time the music was fun, the other half it was "oriental". and it bothers me that there are always two trance tracks played, in the same order, to indicate that the night is coming to an end: infected mushroom - becoming insane and skazi - hit and run, as if there are no other tracks in the genre. all i can think of is the underpants - same thing (התחתונים - אותו דבר), about how israelis are entirely unoriginal. mainstream here, perhaps only slightly more extreme than other places, means you don't listen to anything unless the radio has put it to death :(

pg and i weren't feeling well at all by the time we got home, and it took me two hours of restlessness (and very uncomfortable legs and feet) before pg suggested the melatonin pills my mother gave me last year. they helped.

i woke up bombed, the additional fifteen minutes of snooze making a world of difference (from a deep circle of hell to a shallower one). tuesday night drinking puts even more "ugh" into "ugh wednesday".

class: the room was stuffy, and hot, and the only saving grace for four hours of freudian teachings was a group realization that the complex numbers are where math and psychology meet.

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sbarro, the main section of our cafeteria, proved they know "service" today: angrily throwing the hard-plastic baked-goods labels at me because i complained that i couldn't figure out what's what? and that's after they helped me... and got it wrong themselves? i'm never eating there again. not even their armpit-scratching sandwich-lady had upset me so much...

i'm still shocked by the physicality of it.

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i went in for a brief turn at work, which was really tough but had a couple of satisfying moments. then i returned to campus for a lecture by the professor of the course we completed last week. i desperately needed a coke, but at coke prices as opposed to cafeteria (another cafeteria, different side of campus), and the law building simply doesn't have vending machines :S

the lecture was fascinating, comparing henry james' the ambassadors to cinema of the same period; it was followed by coffee, stuffed mushrooms and cheesecake (not much good those did me) and an odd, almost friendly conversation with the hatted-italian.

and weirdness with one of the guys in my creative writing group who'd come to listen in.

three of us left to the weekly meeting, with the bus taking longer than expected, and a bad call taking us the long way around from the stop to our destination. otherwise, the meeting was fun; they made some suggestions for a world without flowers which i'll probably update accordingly, but overall it was a pleasure hearing it read out loud by someone who isn't me and it definitely achieved the desired effect.

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pg and i were going to have drinks with my niece, but she and her boyfriend got stuck in ra'anana so i crashed on the couch with pg while she watched more seinfeld*.

* who'm i kidding? i watched it too. there were even a couple of bits i found amusing. she went to bed, i did internets (and changed my password**), now it's my turn to crash because drinks have turned into early breakfast...

** xkcd on password strength in case you've been living under a rock

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