back to school
11:30 p.m. Arrived back at dorm room, feeling cheerful
11:40 p.m. Said goodbye to Dad. Sadder but still okay
12:00 a.m. Panic attack
I'm so scared. I don't want to do this anymore. There's no time for all the stuff I have to do. I'm not even un-packed. I can't do this.
Forget I said that. Everything will be fine. It has to be. Why? Because John said so.
"Are you serious, sir?" he said in a small whisper which had the effect of silencing the pub. "You think the world is going to end?"
"Yes," said Ford.
"But, this afternoon."
Ford had recovered himself. He was at his flippest.
"Yes," he said gaily, "in less than two minutes, I would estimate."
The barman couldn't believe this conversation he was having, but he couldn't believe the sensation he had just had either.
"Isn't there anything we can do about it then?" he said.
"No, nothing," said Ford, stuffing the peanuts into his pocket.
Someone in the hushed bar suddenly laughed raucously at how stupid everyone had become.
The man sitting next to Ford was a bit sozzled by now. His eyes weaved their way up to Ford.
"I thought," he said, "that if the world was going to end we were meant to lie down or put a paper bag over our head or something."
"If you like, yes," said Ford.
"That's what they told us in the army," said the man, and his eyes began the long trek back toward his whisky.
"Will that help?" asked the barman.
"No," said Ford, and gave him a friendly smile. "Excuse me," he said, "I've got to go." With a wave, he left.
Written by Douglas Adams, not me. Srsly. I can't write like that.
♥ ,
Sara
11:40 p.m. Said goodbye to Dad. Sadder but still okay
12:00 a.m. Panic attack
I'm so scared. I don't want to do this anymore. There's no time for all the stuff I have to do. I'm not even un-packed. I can't do this.
Forget I said that. Everything will be fine. It has to be. Why? Because John said so.
"Are you serious, sir?" he said in a small whisper which had the effect of silencing the pub. "You think the world is going to end?"
"Yes," said Ford.
"But, this afternoon."
Ford had recovered himself. He was at his flippest.
"Yes," he said gaily, "in less than two minutes, I would estimate."
The barman couldn't believe this conversation he was having, but he couldn't believe the sensation he had just had either.
"Isn't there anything we can do about it then?" he said.
"No, nothing," said Ford, stuffing the peanuts into his pocket.
Someone in the hushed bar suddenly laughed raucously at how stupid everyone had become.
The man sitting next to Ford was a bit sozzled by now. His eyes weaved their way up to Ford.
"I thought," he said, "that if the world was going to end we were meant to lie down or put a paper bag over our head or something."
"If you like, yes," said Ford.
"That's what they told us in the army," said the man, and his eyes began the long trek back toward his whisky.
"Will that help?" asked the barman.
"No," said Ford, and gave him a friendly smile. "Excuse me," he said, "I've got to go." With a wave, he left.
Written by Douglas Adams, not me. Srsly. I can't write like that.
♥ ,
Sara