"the street-lamp sputtered, / the street-lamp muttered,"
Hmmm...4:39.
Can't sleep.
Meeting at 9 tomorrow.
Interview-type meeting.
Press-Conference type meeting.
Will feel like shit.
Which is not to speak of how I'll look.
Tried to go to bed.
Tired, even.
Can't fall asleep, however.
Tried varied methods, however.
Traditional ones, even, however.
Tried warm milk.
Everyone suggests warm milk.
"Try some warm milk."
I'm still awake.
But as a bonus, I think I may have a lactose-ulcer as well.
Double-Trouble.
I dislike ulcers almost as much as I dislike insomnia.
Mind-wandering is kind of fun though.
What was this called?
I wrote it in a post somewhere.
The thing in the subconscious that bombards one with thoughts.
(At total random.)
It's awfully active tonight.
That professor needs to recover.
How does he even have pneumonia now?
It's a bit silly, methinks.
It's been warm for ages.
I've been walking everywhere.
I think it's kind of funny that everyone has apparently really liked the pictures in the last post.
Because save for the third one down, I wasn't really crazy about them.
I mean, some of them are nice, but I got frustrated with the light.
And then it just kind of turned into an experiement in going through the motions.
I find most of them kind of bleh.
I mean, I've definitely uploaded better shots to much less acclaim.
I appreciate the compliments, of course.
But I still think it's rather funny.
Kind of hack-ish, even.
I've got alot of school tomorrow.
But atleast one of my classes ends.
And another ended last Friday.
And I think another one ends tomorrow.
Which leaves...three more?
Meh.
The Bolshevik will be "teaching" until the 25th.
Bugger.
Maybe I'll e-mail the sick guy tomorrow.
Then I can actually determine when I get back.
I "sometimes" wonder if I ought to [get back].
And then I realize that, all other matters aside, there's the visa.
And the fact that it expired last October.
And that I've kind of been here a bit illegally since then.
So I should probably get back and reapply.
Ergo, yes, one way or another, there is a purpose to my return.
A diplomatic one.
Diplomacy is exciting.
Not that the E.U. really seems to care, one way or another.
But for the sake of legality.
Noël Coward left Britain due to concerns over legality.
Or rather, he lived in Jamaica "for tax purposes."
I think I should one day enjoy the absurdity of similar claims.
I rather want to read The Man Who Came To Dinner.
Or watch it.
But only the theatrical version.
One the characters in said play is based on Coward.
I enjoy plays based on reality if they take the caricatures to extremes.
Says the character based on Coward:
"I have very little time, and so the conversation will be entirely about me and I shall love it."
Brilliant.
I like that.
But what should I really like, however?
An olive-wreath crown.
Yes, but at this exact moment, however?
Sex?
Nah.
I'd settle for sleep.
I should be nicer to my peers.
It's not that I'm mean, but I really could be a bit more social.
If they go out of the way to invite me out.
(Which they do.)
I'll accept, the next time.
Bugger, watch it be something awful.
"Do you want to come with us to the geology museum?"
"Eh, no, I have plans and- bugger...fine."
Except it will be something totally unacademically related.
Meh.
I can write really cruel e-mails, sometimes.
I suppose I could say them.
No, not really.
I have a sharper tongue in print.
(Sorry, I was thinking about what I was doing, this time last year.)
(I was asleep.)
(But later that day I wrote an e-mail to a then-recent ex, and I'm reading it at the moment.)
I enjoy the use of diplomatic terms in a non-political context, especially a socially belligerent ones.
"It is our hope that this will produce a ceasing of what are best considered to be a series of somewhat puerile (yet somewhat ineffectively executed, from the point of view of any sort of developed Machiavellian school of thought) hostilities and generally unsophisticated antics from what will only be hypothesized to be a faction rather fond of immature behavior in defense of your apparent honor - though one would never be so bold as to presume your hand in any of that trivial childishness; it is also hoped that a level of common neutrality, civility, and maturity will prevail henceforth, a state of objectivity that at least I am rather secure of having maintained from the very beginning of our rather meteoric falling out, as one would have had to be little more than a primate to act otherwise, and the behavior was certainly conduct unbecoming of anyone raised near anything similar to dignified and polite society, which would apply only the utmost deference in situations of some delicacy."
I really enjoy paragraph-long, overly-verbose sentences.
"Though no doubt we will coincide before your impending departure - due to so many common friends, acquaintances, and others - this moment is nonetheless reserved to wish you the best in your life and endeavors, whatever they might be; as concerns my person, however, we are content on entering our next year with you belonging securely to the past."
Zing.
This isn't helping me sleep, though.
I typed a story, even.
(I'm back to discussing methods for falling asleep.)
I got a book, and typed a story from it.
I did.
Really.
Didn't work though, that was around 3.
It is now 5.
5:02.
A bit late, nay?
And I have to be up in...three hours.
Bugger.
Bugger.
Bugger.