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today's minor surreality
Jun. 10th, 2009 08:42 pmToday, it rained. Today it rained so much that I got soaked to the skin and then got soaked to the skin again, and sitting in the law library all day sounded an awful lot like a thousand people were smashing cups on the roof. I went out for lunch, it rained, I went back inside, it rained, I realised my research project is made of epic idiotic fail (look, what was I even thinking, I don't know anything about anything), it rained, Microsoft Word mangled all sixty-eight footnotes, it rained some more.
I left my bike tied up most of the day outside the library, and when I came back to college, I locked it to one of the bike racks off by Trinity. Went to Sainsbury's, went into college, had a brief nap, came out again (and got rained on, natch). I went back to fetch my bike. The lock, which I had left looped twice around the crossbar and then around the rack, as is my habit, had moved. It was twisted once around the bar, once around the bike next to it, and then through the rack. I took a deep breath. I unlocked it. And underneath the lock there was a sticker, laminated so it hadn't run in the rain: THANKS.
...I confess myself utterly baffled.
Have spent much of the day turning over Star Trek fic in my head, and failing to commit any of it to paper. If it would stop raining, and I would stop feeling sad, and if I could only rescue the sixty-eight footnotes, I think I would be able to write again.
I left my bike tied up most of the day outside the library, and when I came back to college, I locked it to one of the bike racks off by Trinity. Went to Sainsbury's, went into college, had a brief nap, came out again (and got rained on, natch). I went back to fetch my bike. The lock, which I had left looped twice around the crossbar and then around the rack, as is my habit, had moved. It was twisted once around the bar, once around the bike next to it, and then through the rack. I took a deep breath. I unlocked it. And underneath the lock there was a sticker, laminated so it hadn't run in the rain: THANKS.
...I confess myself utterly baffled.
Have spent much of the day turning over Star Trek fic in my head, and failing to commit any of it to paper. If it would stop raining, and I would stop feeling sad, and if I could only rescue the sixty-eight footnotes, I think I would be able to write again.
