discless/smellybug/waffle

i have nothing clever to say tonight. maybe that is not the point. i had a nice day. filled with the usual confusions but nice anyway.

1. disc is the lynchpin of my week. it helps me keep my head and everything together. i always know where and when the week starts and ends. a sunday without disc throws me off. but. we played on friday evening (and then i skipped the art school kids gallery thing i was supposed to go to cuz chest cough and walking to town in the rain for just the last 40 minutes of something = not fun) and will play tomorrow morning. so more play than usual and no usual play. norwegian ultimate nationals on the 12th of april and if i get leave i will play hooky the next week and do an outdoor tourney in copenhagen the next weekend.

2. not having sunday disc meant i could go to the sunday cake buffet for the first time. only five kinds of cake - but good. a bunch of us played card games pretty much all day. cockroach poker. bluffing singles cards (cute little drawings of ugly animals) at time. can you tell the truth but make the other person think you are lying. can you lie and get them to think you are telling the truth. can you distinguish from the other side. i can't lie to save my life but i have very very high success rates on the receiving end. anyway. there were more at the beginning but a full five of us played games from a little before 4:30P until almost 1:00A breaking only to walk back up from the sunday cake buffet in the city center and eat a snack and then resume on my kitchen table. sentence structure failing me at this late hour.

3. can't stick to any decision. there is only one good reason to stay here. and i think i can eventually find it somewhere else. i can get more education later. it might be more difficult then but i want to be young and explore things for a little while longer. this means not being here. this means living in a big city with enough room for layers of culture and subculture and it also means living nowhere and riding a bike around and waking up in strange places. many things have to be done. i have been wanting to do a bike tour since before i quit working at children's hospital. since about jan 2006. so. it is time. this summer. up to the russian border? who knows. education schmeducation.

i guess i need sleep now. disc drills in seven hours. but not tired or at peace enough to sleep.