Please watch for signs of Death
While waiting on the Hynes Convention Center T station platform, I heard a safety announcement. It was pretty garbled because their intercom system is probably older than I am. One of the more intelligible phrases sounded like: "blah, blah, blah, and please watch for signs of Death. And thank you for riding the T." I ALWAYS watch for signs of Death. And speaking of signs of Death, the next day at the same T station I ran into a drunken Colonial soldier. He had lost his tri-cornered hat. Good gracious!
At work I'm far too bored. My poor brain cells cry out for attention! I maintain my sanity by teaching myself Swahili or reading foreign newspapers or sneakily reading a few pages from my book. But I feel so antsy! I haven't squirmed in my seat so much since kindergarten. Argh! Sometimes I hate working at Northeastern because I'm surrounded by opportunities that are closed to me. I'm seriously considering giving up everything to go back to school, but the problem is that I want to study everything! It leads me to a weird state of depression. It's made worse by the fact that I'm often too shy to lure people into really satisfying conversations about politics, life, human nature, linguistics! Seriously! Talk to me about something DEEP! I am drowning in the loneliness of an overactive mind. Too directionless and crazy wound-up!
Maybe this is compounded by the fact that last week, when I was volunteering at the hotline ALL ALONE, I took a call that was most disturbing, heartrending and overall REALLY horrible. Also, one of my kittens was diagnosed with heart disease on Monday. Color me a shade of devastated.
At work I'm far too bored. My poor brain cells cry out for attention! I maintain my sanity by teaching myself Swahili or reading foreign newspapers or sneakily reading a few pages from my book. But I feel so antsy! I haven't squirmed in my seat so much since kindergarten. Argh! Sometimes I hate working at Northeastern because I'm surrounded by opportunities that are closed to me. I'm seriously considering giving up everything to go back to school, but the problem is that I want to study everything! It leads me to a weird state of depression. It's made worse by the fact that I'm often too shy to lure people into really satisfying conversations about politics, life, human nature, linguistics! Seriously! Talk to me about something DEEP! I am drowning in the loneliness of an overactive mind. Too directionless and crazy wound-up!
Maybe this is compounded by the fact that last week, when I was volunteering at the hotline ALL ALONE, I took a call that was most disturbing, heartrending and overall REALLY horrible. Also, one of my kittens was diagnosed with heart disease on Monday. Color me a shade of devastated.