hathycol | (no subject)

Last night there was a Mysterious Pinging Noise. I am not good with Mysterious Noises, particularly ones that are coming from inside my flat and at regular intervals - about a minute apart. The Mysterious aspect drives me up the wall, as I want to know what it is and whatever it is either turn it off or break it. Plus, the regular aspect of it just drives me bananas. I'm a fairly light sleeper, but have the advantage of being able to fall back asleep almost immediately. If it's regular, I will go SLOWLY INSANE as it beeps and wakes me up, leaving me crouching like a ninja, trying to triangulate a tiny little noise and moving ever slower until I smash whatever it is to TEENY TINY BITS.

This did not happen. I put in my earplugs and mentally tried to go "LALALALA!" as much as possible. I dreamt that I had somehow morphed into being 14 again and was doing my GCSEs, and I was howling at people that "I have a Masters degree! And I know what to do with my hair now! And how to dress! AND I HAVE BREASTS NOW WHY AM I FOURTEEN AGAIN WHY!" So the school administrator took pity on me, and sent me out to see the dragon for advice. This is not a metaphor. It was, in fact, a dragon.

Er, my subconscious, what.

So there's that.

I feel I should have something more useful to say, but right now I don't. Work is slowly getting busier for the winter salt season (WHY YES IT IS AUGUST) but other than that things are pretty quiet.