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in which I'm going a bit mad
Feb. 22nd, 2008 07:20 pmMaria, just now: "If you fail everything, everything everything ever?"
"Er," I said.
"You can come and live on a houseboat with me and James! You can write stories while we sell sexual furniture."
There was a pause. "Like, BDSM chairs?"
"I'm not sure what it is. We're working on it."
...yes. I have just put "sexual furniture" into Google and laughed myself into quasi-hysteria. Hurrah for plan B.
It's been a very long, really rather awful day. I am ridiculously anxious - I find outside and particularly loud noises very difficult at the moment. Someone spoke at normal volume in a quiet room earlier and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Traffic noise is unbearable. Even pens scratching on paper wasn't good; I had enormous difficulty this morning with the conjunction of pen and paper. I keep losing grammatical threads in the middle of sentences, which I've never done before. And, in a turn of events that worries me slightly, I keep seeing peculiar hallucinations out of the corner of my eye, and they're always vaguely macabre - I saw, for an instant, a flapping cardboard box as part of a body, and a man in a coat in the fog as the Grim Reaper. Dear brain: when did you read so much Poe, I certainly haven't read any.
Urgh. I am inclined to think that I was fighting off a black mood all of last week anyway, and then it's cold and I am mildly ill and hurrah for this bunch of exams, so no wonder I feel like total rubbish. Could really do without being so utterly fraught, though. In other news of how I am thick, I had a three-hour revision class - which was hell, naturally - in which for some reason we got to Locke talking about porphyry. My tutor asked the room in general, "I suppose you all know what porphyry is?"
Dead silence. After a while I ventured, "Is it a disease linked with vampirism?"
He looked at me utterly aghast and then sort of howled at me. "Don't, don't write in an exam that Locke's primary qualities are actually about VAMPIRES!"
I blinked and tried very hard not to cry (see above re: loud noises). After he'd calmed down, he said very carefully, "That's porphyria. Porphyry is a kind of rock. There is a difference."
Apparently so. Now I go to read the entirety of Western philosophy without having a nervous breakdown.
"Er," I said.
"You can come and live on a houseboat with me and James! You can write stories while we sell sexual furniture."
There was a pause. "Like, BDSM chairs?"
"I'm not sure what it is. We're working on it."
...yes. I have just put "sexual furniture" into Google and laughed myself into quasi-hysteria. Hurrah for plan B.
It's been a very long, really rather awful day. I am ridiculously anxious - I find outside and particularly loud noises very difficult at the moment. Someone spoke at normal volume in a quiet room earlier and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Traffic noise is unbearable. Even pens scratching on paper wasn't good; I had enormous difficulty this morning with the conjunction of pen and paper. I keep losing grammatical threads in the middle of sentences, which I've never done before. And, in a turn of events that worries me slightly, I keep seeing peculiar hallucinations out of the corner of my eye, and they're always vaguely macabre - I saw, for an instant, a flapping cardboard box as part of a body, and a man in a coat in the fog as the Grim Reaper. Dear brain: when did you read so much Poe, I certainly haven't read any.
Urgh. I am inclined to think that I was fighting off a black mood all of last week anyway, and then it's cold and I am mildly ill and hurrah for this bunch of exams, so no wonder I feel like total rubbish. Could really do without being so utterly fraught, though. In other news of how I am thick, I had a three-hour revision class - which was hell, naturally - in which for some reason we got to Locke talking about porphyry. My tutor asked the room in general, "I suppose you all know what porphyry is?"
Dead silence. After a while I ventured, "Is it a disease linked with vampirism?"
He looked at me utterly aghast and then sort of howled at me. "Don't, don't write in an exam that Locke's primary qualities are actually about VAMPIRES!"
I blinked and tried very hard not to cry (see above re: loud noises). After he'd calmed down, he said very carefully, "That's porphyria. Porphyry is a kind of rock. There is a difference."
Apparently so. Now I go to read the entirety of Western philosophy without having a nervous breakdown.