Under The Bridge

Been at the institute 12 hours today. Four a lesson, another four writing some theoretic crap in the library, the rest in the workshop. Got a glue burn and splinters to prove it. Fun fun. At least i feel i've done what i can, an hour of finalizing tomorrow for anything else, and they can bite my shiny metal ass after that.

Typo, as steamrollered as can be, no impact tho.

Chatted a bit with the mad poet those days, it's amusing enough to keep, but looks like he'll twist out sooner than later. Ah, well.

Gotta check on the  monster and whether technion ate him, always no time, i should remember that on train rides maybe.

Continuing looking up at cooley, if anything can be called a ray of sunshine... with a pinch of fallout but still, brightest thing i can follow.

"בזהירות תמרחו - ביוהו תחסכו!"