Jun 12, 2003 14:49
I have been dreading the summer since March. Though it is late in coming in New York, nevertheless its arrival fucking irritates me. As a person of limited talents and plodding intellect, I can rely on only one thing to carry me through the day. My will. I am the Russian Army: what I cannot accomplish with dexterity and skill, I can by throwing millions of poorly armed peasants to their deaths.
But this weather makes all the peasants want to drink too much and die. I lose the will to do anything. Workout today? Bagged. My latest translation project? I have been staring at Patenostrier for the last hour. My article? Fuck it. Even with the air conditioner opening a portal to Niflheim in my bedroom, I am still miserable. I'll defy it as I try to defy just about everything else, but as usual, I will still bitch about it.
And it isn't even very hot.
News isn't all bad, however. After three years of training in classical fencing, I believe I am finally no longer a novice. Apparently I am ready for "sophisticated techniques and more lessons on strategy." Guess I'm now an advanced beginner. Bottoms up. But I am still pretty vicious with an umbrella. Perhaps when I have perfected my technique, that will be my vigilante weapon of choice.