Dreamt today that my mom and Yezhov decided to go on a hot air balloon expedition, and wanted me to fly with them too. For a test run I tried flying to Pogulyanka (3 km from my place). “A ton of hassle – dragging the balloon out, unrolling it, pumping it with air, you gotta waste a few hours, when it's a 5-minute bike ride” – such thoughts visited me.
In the end, by Saturday we were ready to fly to Kraslava, but while we were getting ready, evening came. I say: ” it's not worth flying anymore, the balloon is hardly controllable as it is, it's gonna get dark soon, and we'll get lost”. Where is the wind even blowing right now, in which direction?
And Yezhov is like “come on, it's just an hour's flight, here are some links to articles”. It says there that the balloon is controllable within a corridor of +- 30% from the wind direction. I shoot back replies that this isn't always true – basically, a nerd battle. Plus, it's cold, I had already taken two jackets, thought about it, and grabbed a third one just in case.
In the end, they still got ready to fly, and I, instead of the expedition, went to Skanu Mezs, where Zebra Fucking Catz, who had toned down his porno-queer arrogance this time in favor of metrosexuality, was singing a duet with the girl from CocoRosie.
Woke up from the cold, chased the cat Musilda off the heating pad and the plaid blanket, shoved the heating pad under my ass, and that was that.