After the lightning
May. 17th, 2002 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenIt's so hot and humid that it shouldn't be overcast. Because that's the kind of weather that makes people irritable and restless - this has been proven scientifically. Even animals feel it, it's not just us. It's strange - even with the benefits of civilisation, we can't be calm and settled on a hot, humid day. The only thing that will break the silence is drastic and violent - in the case of us, it's an argument, a fight, a crying fit, anything that will break the deadly calm. In the case of the weather, it's a thunderstorm, sudden, violent, and calming - after the lightning, the rain will come and wash the world clean.
I came home and felt ready to die.
I may have mentioned before my idea of what hell is really like - hell is Sunday afternoon, stretching on until eternity. I mean the time around three or four in the afternoon, when you realise you've had as many showers as you can have in one day, you've read the newspaper as thoroughly as you can without reading the finance section, and you still have hours until night falls. This is what hell is like, except in hell the tedium will never be broken by the onset of Monday morning. It will just be Sunday afternoon forever and ever, world without end, amen.
So I came home ready to die, tired and headachey and too hot and feeling like I'd never be able to concentrate on anything ever again. Well, maybe not anything... I spent my last lessons today sleeping on the desk and writing JOJ lyrics in Loz's rough book. Unfortunately I'm more than awake now and restless with it.
I think I'll go have a shower....
I came home and felt ready to die.
I may have mentioned before my idea of what hell is really like - hell is Sunday afternoon, stretching on until eternity. I mean the time around three or four in the afternoon, when you realise you've had as many showers as you can have in one day, you've read the newspaper as thoroughly as you can without reading the finance section, and you still have hours until night falls. This is what hell is like, except in hell the tedium will never be broken by the onset of Monday morning. It will just be Sunday afternoon forever and ever, world without end, amen.
So I came home ready to die, tired and headachey and too hot and feeling like I'd never be able to concentrate on anything ever again. Well, maybe not anything... I spent my last lessons today sleeping on the desk and writing JOJ lyrics in Loz's rough book. Unfortunately I'm more than awake now and restless with it.
I think I'll go have a shower....