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tamara_russo* My shoes are incredibly greasy and I'm leaving footprints all over the office. I guess that's what happens when you have the kind of job I have.
* The radiator cover I designed arrived. It's horribly designed and it's going to need *a few* adjustments... I told AS I should have my degree revoked. :)
* No trains. Again. My morning routine now includes a trip to Ynet to see if I'll have a train. Service taxi it is, again, and more money spent. I'm going to go yell at someone at the train's PR office when they come back to work.
*~*
So I'm inside a school, yes? And I don't know if I went back to being a Perach instructor or it's just a social call, and I think Hagar was there with me, and suddenly the alarms go off. The kind i remember from the Gulf War, and I tell Hagar "It's the real deal, I just know it", and we go to the shelter. The school is really quiet - too quiet - I've been in schools as an adult to know exactly how noisy they are, even during lessons, and we seem to be alone in the shelter.
Then - three large explosions, one after another, and we're outside looking at the smoldering Azrieli towers after they've been hit with some bloody missile.
*~*
I only just remembered that dream some half an hour after I woke up. Made me stand still for a moment.
*~*
Also - finished the first novelette from Grossman's "In another Life" [בגוף אני מבינה]. Gave me chills that wouldn't go away for 10 minutes.
* The radiator cover I designed arrived. It's horribly designed and it's going to need *a few* adjustments... I told AS I should have my degree revoked. :)
* No trains. Again. My morning routine now includes a trip to Ynet to see if I'll have a train. Service taxi it is, again, and more money spent. I'm going to go yell at someone at the train's PR office when they come back to work.
*~*
So I'm inside a school, yes? And I don't know if I went back to being a Perach instructor or it's just a social call, and I think Hagar was there with me, and suddenly the alarms go off. The kind i remember from the Gulf War, and I tell Hagar "It's the real deal, I just know it", and we go to the shelter. The school is really quiet - too quiet - I've been in schools as an adult to know exactly how noisy they are, even during lessons, and we seem to be alone in the shelter.
Then - three large explosions, one after another, and we're outside looking at the smoldering Azrieli towers after they've been hit with some bloody missile.
*~*
I only just remembered that dream some half an hour after I woke up. Made me stand still for a moment.
*~*
Also - finished the first novelette from Grossman's "In another Life" [בגוף אני מבינה]. Gave me chills that wouldn't go away for 10 minutes.
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Date: 2012-02-14 08:52 pm (UTC)Also, you forgot a notebook at my place over the weekend - it was on the porch. I have it here.
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Date: 2012-02-15 05:50 am (UTC)Considering I've forgotten all about that notebook up until this weekend it's no biggie - it's my trip to Berlin.