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and we'll all float on okay
Apr. 28th, 2008 12:42 pmOkay. For a long and slightly complicated set of reasons, Saturday? Sucked ass on pretty much every level. You know, to the extent where my wailing down the phone at Simon (thank god for free weekend and evening calls) actually made him come and visit me for a few days. This made me feel pretty much instantly better. The weather was beautiful on Sunday, I had a really, really good couple of nights sleep and everything perked up a bit and I started just feeling really bloody stupid for being mildly hysterical.
I even had this really lovely dream about cherry blossom and knowing that everything was going to be okay.
Then Simon went this morning, and it was raining, and I had the mankiest set of vomit I've seen in a good long while, and we don't even have any bloody cleaning materials at all now and believe me when I tell you DO NOT EAT IN THE UNION UNTIL I TELL YOU THAT IT'S SAFE AGAIN.
So, sort of, things were going a bit bad again, and all I could think of was that I had a bajillion things to do, not least 6,000 words to have written by Friday. And I sat in my class, quietly damp and quietly trying to be a Calm And Logical Person, and panicked quietly about the amount of work I had to do.
AND THEN, at the end of the class, the tutor declared that we could have until Tuesday to do our essays. The sun came out. Birds sang. That's not metaphorical; that's what happened. And now I can write two essays in a calm and sensible way, and I don't have to worry about DocSoc on Tuesday, and I can just take a tiny bit of time to calm the fuck down and become a human again. I walked home through the cherry blossom, and even though it was still raining a bit, I knew it'd all be okay in a while.
And it will. This time of year is always bad, and it turns out this year is a lot worse. But it'll all be okay.
I even had this really lovely dream about cherry blossom and knowing that everything was going to be okay.
Then Simon went this morning, and it was raining, and I had the mankiest set of vomit I've seen in a good long while, and we don't even have any bloody cleaning materials at all now and believe me when I tell you DO NOT EAT IN THE UNION UNTIL I TELL YOU THAT IT'S SAFE AGAIN.
So, sort of, things were going a bit bad again, and all I could think of was that I had a bajillion things to do, not least 6,000 words to have written by Friday. And I sat in my class, quietly damp and quietly trying to be a Calm And Logical Person, and panicked quietly about the amount of work I had to do.
AND THEN, at the end of the class, the tutor declared that we could have until Tuesday to do our essays. The sun came out. Birds sang. That's not metaphorical; that's what happened. And now I can write two essays in a calm and sensible way, and I don't have to worry about DocSoc on Tuesday, and I can just take a tiny bit of time to calm the fuck down and become a human again. I walked home through the cherry blossom, and even though it was still raining a bit, I knew it'd all be okay in a while.
And it will. This time of year is always bad, and it turns out this year is a lot worse. But it'll all be okay.
