Feb. 11th, 2007

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I was working on Friday, but since my boss still hasn't returned from abroad I finished my work early and was left to do whatever until 11:00, when I left to meet Avihu in Azrieli. Having met him we went to get his brother something for his birthday in "Kravitz" (during all that time I annoyed him on purpose)and hen we went to get something to eat (I had a craving for crepe since last week so I ordered one with dolce de leche... Yum). We sat for about an hour laughing our heads off (mainly because of baby jokes and the "Marketed by Dr. Fuck" writing at the bottom of the bag my crepe was in), at that point he had to go catch his train and I went home.

I had lunch with the family, and after that I went to the computer to find out that Hagar had left me a message that she has all of "Morbid Romantic" and that she'll pass it on via G-talk. We managed to pass everything in about an hour, and I now have all of that album... Yey!

Cramps started picking up so I took a pill and went to eat some chocolate while watching "America's next top model" (not the wisest thing to do). After Udi came back with the car I took it and headed to Adi.

The night at Adi's - what we had to do to get Pizza )

In the morning the stereo system went off at 6:00 fucking a.m., and it took me a minute to get that it's in the room I was sleeping in, so I went and shut it off, and went back to sleep. When we both woke up we decided to go have breakfast at a small cafe down the road ("Cafe in the forest" it's called). It really is amazing how different Adi is before and after breakfast (no, not after coffee, Hagar, she had hot chocolate). After we finished our breakfast (and I finished telling her about Efrat) we went back to her house and finished watching the movie.

I drove home with much pleasure (it was a beautiful day and the temperature was very convenient and there was nice music on the radio) just in time to go to my grandma's for lunch. I went home feeling bad (my stomach was hurting; it still does) and I slouched on th sofa and watched "Fried green tomatoes". Never really noticed how much lesbian sub-text there was in that movie...

I went to bed quite early, and slept easily 8-9 hours, which I needed.

I woke up with stomach ache again, not that it's surprising, but still came to work. Another week begins.
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I had two strange dreams last night.

One had me working in the hospital "House" takes place in. It also had Lily there, and it was somewhat like a video game - people were dying and then we had another chance to save them (well, strange). It really was weird - I was looking at the place from an above glance, and I saw Lily swimming in a small pool, holding a baby in her arms (he was black), and then she drowned and the baby did as well. Then it was all flashing and Lily and the baby returned, only they were standing on the ground, right next to the pool. The scene changed and I was walking with Forman from "House" and we were talking about a case. I then tried to get inside an elevator and discovered it was a refrigerator, and I had to keep my hair from getting stuck outside the door. After that we went to the lab, where he pointed out to me that I had no clothes on... I wasn't really bothered by it until he said it to me, but afterwords I went to look for a bra (at least - I had underpants on) while he was working on the lab tests, and I found one of my old ones (which is also broken) hanging in a bathroom. I put it on and woke up.

The other dream was earlier in the night, and it had me being a painting teacher. I was teaching celebrities like Angelina Joly, and they were all sitting on the floor like in Lamaze class. I told everyone to paint whatever they wanted, and they all painted faces of other people (one painting was again, of Angelina Joly), and I said "See? you all painted faces of people, nothing else". I woke up here.

What the sub-conscience can do...

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