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GOD IT IS SO DAMN HOT.
HOT HOT HOT HOT.
34 degrees and it's eight o'clock at fucking night.
And I'm on the "filet-mignon" server, so earlier when I was bursting with creativity I couldn't log on to update. And now I'm kind of boiled dry from all this heat. And yes that's what paper's for, but I let the moment pass.
Otherwise, a good writing day today. Had to get out of my office because the art gallery next door has a video/sound installation going on. Randomly, there's the booming sound of gunshots and then people screaming. I can't fucking believe it. It's so obnoxious. I hate them and their stupid derivative installation art. Wankers.
So I went out to University and worked at the computer room there. And it was pretty hot, because it's on the 5th floor of the library. Kind of empty.
They're dicking around with the main quad: it reminded me how much quicker it is to knock something down than to build it back again. This led to a rather philosophical chain of thought, and then I went and got my student ID. Hopefully this will be the last one ever. The photo is absolutely nightmarish. Last year I was looking pensive, kind of like the famous picture of Myra Hindley, the Moors murderer. This year I tried very hard to smile. I looked like a rosy-cheeked version of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. And yes. The plaits were obviously a BAD IDEA in retrospect. You live and learn, I suppose. Small steps!
HOT HOT HOT HOT.
34 degrees and it's eight o'clock at fucking night.
And I'm on the "filet-mignon" server, so earlier when I was bursting with creativity I couldn't log on to update. And now I'm kind of boiled dry from all this heat. And yes that's what paper's for, but I let the moment pass.
Otherwise, a good writing day today. Had to get out of my office because the art gallery next door has a video/sound installation going on. Randomly, there's the booming sound of gunshots and then people screaming. I can't fucking believe it. It's so obnoxious. I hate them and their stupid derivative installation art. Wankers.
So I went out to University and worked at the computer room there. And it was pretty hot, because it's on the 5th floor of the library. Kind of empty.
They're dicking around with the main quad: it reminded me how much quicker it is to knock something down than to build it back again. This led to a rather philosophical chain of thought, and then I went and got my student ID. Hopefully this will be the last one ever. The photo is absolutely nightmarish. Last year I was looking pensive, kind of like the famous picture of Myra Hindley, the Moors murderer. This year I tried very hard to smile. I looked like a rosy-cheeked version of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. And yes. The plaits were obviously a BAD IDEA in retrospect. You live and learn, I suppose. Small steps!