Back to work
Jan. 6th, 2003 11:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetSitting here in my office at school for the first time in over two weeks. Bah.
I spent the weekend alternating between cutting text from my prospectus, always cutting, cutting, and helping J. prepare for her California trip. My prospectus is now a mere thousand words over. J. left for the airport this morning before 6, poor dear. I will wallow in loneliness until the 15th. At least I have Christmas presents -- the Starcraft Battle Chest and Warcraft III -- to entertain me.
I've always wanted a Battle Chest.
It's more of a uninteresting cardboard box, however. We've decided to keep printer paper in it.
I shall also have to do more editing on my prospectus, of course. The advisor is reading through my latest draft even as I write these words. Eerie, isn't it?
And, of course, there's marvytoy's Necronomicon, which I should look through again before Saturday's LARP.
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I slept fitfully after J. left this morning. At one point it seemed I was half awake, reacting to what I knew were cat-wrestling noises, although I pretended, for some reason, that it was some foul creature coming for me. I was unable to move any limbs, and was only able to raise my head slightly to turn and hiss and hiss, teeth bared, at whatever approached.
Huh.
In another dream I was wandering around only -- and I apologize for the image -- in oversized white briefs, and I began to get cold. Not even beer from the beer truck![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mvoid drove up, as apparently usual, to deliver free beer to BU students was sufficient to warm me up. I realized I would have to put on the gym clothes from backpack. Irrationally, to my now waking mind, I felt it immodest merely to put them on in the open air and so I walked around a large factory/restaurant seeking an entrance to the restrooms. I crossed a treacherous catwalk -- after making two teen boys move who had been sitting on it smoking up -- but I did not find the entrance I wanted. Too acrophobic to re-cross the catwalk, I took a longer way across an artificial island covered in probably toxic sludge, resembling soap suds in nauseating colors, runoff from the factory. I grew nervous as I realized that the teens appeared to be following me.
Just before I woke up, I realized I had been fully dressed all along.
I spent the weekend alternating between cutting text from my prospectus, always cutting, cutting, and helping J. prepare for her California trip. My prospectus is now a mere thousand words over. J. left for the airport this morning before 6, poor dear. I will wallow in loneliness until the 15th. At least I have Christmas presents -- the Starcraft Battle Chest and Warcraft III -- to entertain me.
I've always wanted a Battle Chest.
It's more of a uninteresting cardboard box, however. We've decided to keep printer paper in it.
I shall also have to do more editing on my prospectus, of course. The advisor is reading through my latest draft even as I write these words. Eerie, isn't it?
And, of course, there's marvytoy's Necronomicon, which I should look through again before Saturday's LARP.
----
I slept fitfully after J. left this morning. At one point it seemed I was half awake, reacting to what I knew were cat-wrestling noises, although I pretended, for some reason, that it was some foul creature coming for me. I was unable to move any limbs, and was only able to raise my head slightly to turn and hiss and hiss, teeth bared, at whatever approached.
Huh.
In another dream I was wandering around only -- and I apologize for the image -- in oversized white briefs, and I began to get cold. Not even beer from the beer truck
mvoid drove up, as apparently usual, to deliver free beer to BU students was sufficient to warm me up. I realized I would have to put on the gym clothes from backpack. Irrationally, to my now waking mind, I felt it immodest merely to put them on in the open air and so I walked around a large factory/restaurant seeking an entrance to the restrooms. I crossed a treacherous catwalk -- after making two teen boys move who had been sitting on it smoking up -- but I did not find the entrance I wanted. Too acrophobic to re-cross the catwalk, I took a longer way across an artificial island covered in probably toxic sludge, resembling soap suds in nauseating colors, runoff from the factory. I grew nervous as I realized that the teens appeared to be following me. Just before I woke up, I realized I had been fully dressed all along.
