Morton's Salt
A day terrible and meaningless: that was today. In one 24-hour period, which has now drawn to a whimpering close, I have lost little and gained nothing. Malaise runs a-plenty with a steady stream of self-pity to boot. I think that may have been just enough LJ melodrama to get your attention, but hopefully not too much for you to lose your interest. Act one, day's open: Ross awakes and is happy. (foreshadowing: a black apple monolith sits and hums quietly near the couch). What's that e-mail from from Washington University? "We regret to say that we cannot recommend your attendance for fall semester." What's that notification from the Dick-Cheney-esque black hole that is LSAC? -APPLICATIONS NOT COMPLETE-TRANSCRIPTS MISSING-(etc, etc). How was work, one may ask; surely, a simple day vending paper could not go badly? Well, no, indeed it did not. It will however go quite poorly for the cleaning lady in the morning. She will have to clean the foul refuse of a deranged mind. "Deranged"? Maybe not. Perhaps just young, perhaps angry, but observably foul. Foulness. A nice reminder for my theme today: $70 for a group of books that contain esoteric knowledge which I will be (at best) strained to find a use for. "The Tokyo War Crimes Trial: Seeking Justice in the Wake of WW2", indeed; 60+ years later we could all look for justice, petty or otherwise. Justice, however is for the victors, and always will be. Act two, "A New Hope": Crusaders move on the Lavant in a soft, intellectual voice speaking from the Ivory Tower. Voices from on high always sound so much nicer. Act three to follow: Blue and red then blue again, then only white. Listened too long to the voice; allowed myself to go back to ye olde times where speed and paper meant less than they do now. Velocity, made evident through paper...how novel. Four points now, two away from "You're fucked". Act four, sweet, sweet booze, blessed be your name Mr. Daniels. Blessed also is my angle that lies quietly away. And now we've come to the part of the story where I'm less-than-suicidal (and therefore boring). Enjoy yourself tonight, internet public: today was a day with shit involved.