Day Twenty-One

Am sitting outside the miklat again, as I've just discovered there's a nightlight here, so I can write in peace.

The miklat is actually a nice core of social life, amongst the more nocturnal mitnadvim. New York uses the gym (somewhat obsessively, but as long as he's happy...) inside the miklat for approx 2 hours a day, and we all seem to congregate towards it when we're bored at night. I think soon, once I'm 100% on top form again, I'll try to climb it.

Not much else happening here - have been working in the machleva for 4 days now, and I have come to the conlsuion that I f****** hate milk. It seems to get everywhere - in my hair, on my face - I can smell it for hours and hours after I've finished work, and after I've scrubbed my skin and hair in the shower! i suppose it could be worse - the milky smell might even be endearing, in a weird, subconscious way.

However, I do get to use the milking machine on a daily basis, and it's awesome - I think I'm really getting the hang of it. O course it's not fun when the milk bag I'm sealing splits/falls/has a hole in it, and the milk goes everywhere, mostly all over me, but it's fun all the same. And it's very very quiet in there which is nice - it gives me a lot of time to think. I imagine this would be what retirement is like, although maybe without the crazy amounts of milk.

However I do get cool freebies, which Aussie guy has just pointed out, are predominantly milk-based - such as cheeses, and milk, and which I tend to regurgitate involuntarily and often, but it's the principle of the matter, right? Plus I get to clean out not one but TWO heeeyooooge milk containers - everyday!