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1. I am gloooooomy. I'm not sure why, but it might be all the battening down the hatches for a storm that proved strangely anti-climactic (the university closed from 2.30am to 11.15am, what the hell is that about), or it might be the sudden realisation that this is the longest winter of my entire life and it's only half over, or it might just be that snowstorms make you want to come home to someone. I hate long-distance relationships, I hate that apparently what makes me happy is heteronormative domesticity, blah blah you've heard it.
2. But I find it very cheering that no-one else seems to be very cheerful, either. The Siren is a comforting presence; she keeps telling me about the weather forecast in warmer places and when that fails explaining the plots of Desperate Housewives, also, a brief conversation with her and others the other day: "So, we're driving across campus at night, and it's dark and there's no one else in front or behind, and after a bit Iona says, totally calmly, 'My dear, you're driving on the left side of the road'. NEXT TIME FREAK OUT, OKAY."
I laughed and promised to.
(In further news of Epic Misery: I am reposting this from where I wrote it first because quite frankly it's a parable for our times:
Yesterday I was slightly miserable and I thought I would retreat to bed with a drink and write fanfic. I have two bottles of wine in my apartment, but they're decent wine and I don't want to open them just by myself. Aha, thought I, I will drink some of the Talisker whisky Shim brought with him when he visited. He brought two half-bottles, of which one is left. I pulled out the box, got out the bottle, and prised off the foil. Then I twisted out the stopper.
....it broke off in my hand. I tried to get the piece out of the neck of the bottle. It wouldn't come. I used tweezers. It didn't work. Then a needle. That didn't work either. Then I thought, whisky with bits of cork in it is better than no whisky at all, so I tried to push the cork into the bottle. It wouldn't go. Tweezers and the needle didn't help, either.
So now I have a half-bottle of ten-year-old Talisker whisky, and given how it got to me, it's possibly the most expensive drink per unit I will ever own, and it's sitting on the counter effectively undrinkable. HOW AM I SUCH AN IDIOT.)
3.gavagai is coming to visit me! Soon! Well, in about six weeks. But that is SOON! And I am looking forward to it so much, and we can be silly together and watch First Contact for the fortieth time and I can introduce to her my friends and we can eat at Moosewood and I really can't wait.
4. And after that, I am going to New Orleans! The law school's public service is down there this spring, so I am spending a week in March at the office of the public defender and did I mention, New Orleans. Warm weather! Good restaurants! And, oh, the ocean, the ocean. I am very excited about this, as well.
5. ...and so I feel bad about feeling gloomy. As usual, my life is full of bright things. But I do. I'm sure it will pass. (Downstairs' dog is howling at the moon, which is not really helping my mood. But still.) In the meantime I am eating sweets and watching Star Trek XI, and I have put my name on the love meme (SEE LEIGH I AM CAPABLE OF FOLLOWING BASIC INSTRUCTIONS sometimes), because I am shameless and gloomy and want love.
1. I am gloooooomy. I'm not sure why, but it might be all the battening down the hatches for a storm that proved strangely anti-climactic (the university closed from 2.30am to 11.15am, what the hell is that about), or it might be the sudden realisation that this is the longest winter of my entire life and it's only half over, or it might just be that snowstorms make you want to come home to someone. I hate long-distance relationships, I hate that apparently what makes me happy is heteronormative domesticity, blah blah you've heard it.
2. But I find it very cheering that no-one else seems to be very cheerful, either. The Siren is a comforting presence; she keeps telling me about the weather forecast in warmer places and when that fails explaining the plots of Desperate Housewives, also, a brief conversation with her and others the other day: "So, we're driving across campus at night, and it's dark and there's no one else in front or behind, and after a bit Iona says, totally calmly, 'My dear, you're driving on the left side of the road'. NEXT TIME FREAK OUT, OKAY."
I laughed and promised to.
(In further news of Epic Misery: I am reposting this from where I wrote it first because quite frankly it's a parable for our times:
Yesterday I was slightly miserable and I thought I would retreat to bed with a drink and write fanfic. I have two bottles of wine in my apartment, but they're decent wine and I don't want to open them just by myself. Aha, thought I, I will drink some of the Talisker whisky Shim brought with him when he visited. He brought two half-bottles, of which one is left. I pulled out the box, got out the bottle, and prised off the foil. Then I twisted out the stopper.
....it broke off in my hand. I tried to get the piece out of the neck of the bottle. It wouldn't come. I used tweezers. It didn't work. Then a needle. That didn't work either. Then I thought, whisky with bits of cork in it is better than no whisky at all, so I tried to push the cork into the bottle. It wouldn't go. Tweezers and the needle didn't help, either.
So now I have a half-bottle of ten-year-old Talisker whisky, and given how it got to me, it's possibly the most expensive drink per unit I will ever own, and it's sitting on the counter effectively undrinkable. HOW AM I SUCH AN IDIOT.)
3.
gavagai is coming to visit me! Soon! Well, in about six weeks. But that is SOON! And I am looking forward to it so much, and we can be silly together and watch First Contact for the fortieth time and I can introduce to her my friends and we can eat at Moosewood and I really can't wait. 4. And after that, I am going to New Orleans! The law school's public service is down there this spring, so I am spending a week in March at the office of the public defender and did I mention, New Orleans. Warm weather! Good restaurants! And, oh, the ocean, the ocean. I am very excited about this, as well.
5. ...and so I feel bad about feeling gloomy. As usual, my life is full of bright things. But I do. I'm sure it will pass. (Downstairs' dog is howling at the moon, which is not really helping my mood. But still.) In the meantime I am eating sweets and watching Star Trek XI, and I have put my name on the love meme (SEE LEIGH I AM CAPABLE OF FOLLOWING BASIC INSTRUCTIONS sometimes), because I am shameless and gloomy and want love.
