Apr 27, 2009 19:21
I'm back to writing poetry. Some of it is very angry stuff.
But I'm actually quite happy. My feet are happy, my ego is happy, my mugging progress charts are happy. Only my wallet is not happy. (Sandwiches are SO expensive.) It is very perverse to be happy in what for most would be a period of unmediated stress, but my life is very peaceful right now and my head is filling satisfyingly with bits of fluff that may or may not be useful in the actual papers. No need to contend with existential problems, lying bastards or company audits... Just sitting in my little study cocoon until it's all over and I can rejoin real life. Possibly with some regret.
The heat, though, is something I should make a case against, but the humidity makes up for it somewhat. Although I can't complain because I study in the bountiful air-conditioning of public libraries, currently the sole reason for which I will very willingly pay my taxes when I am of age. (there are other reasons, like covered walkways and subsidised primary education, but they're not the subject of my intense gratitude at the moment.)
Be back after the exams.