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Thursday, March 10, 2011

impressionable

i got to pg's around 3.30am, and got straight to work dreaming. i wasn't done by the time my alarm woke me up (8am). i was packed and ready to go on time, and in spite of having taken a ticket for the wrong teller at the post office (i hate their system, it gets me every time) and wasting time playing with a gorgeous puppy until it was my turn to discover that i was in the wrong place, i walked out with my new passport in time to meet pg at the bus stop.

our first class was a poetry reading by bernard horn, who was riveting. i wrote that at the time, and was quite relieved when he decided to re-read the piece that that thought had interrupted :)

it was raining, and i wasn't ready for more rain. during a lull two of us started off towards the cafeteria, but we didn't make it as far as the next building before it began bucketing down again. fortuitously, we stopped just in time for pg to spot me and fight over her umbrella (like i would leave her without). as she skipped off to class the weather relaxed, and we managed to get to the food without getting too wet.

after a quick lunch, and great amusement with a borrowed stapler, posters for the poetry reading coming up and a plan for a literature department production of macbeth, it was time to go to work.

we suffered a long meeting because i refused to make an "innocent" change without understanding what was behind it - the result of which was general agreement that i'd been right to question. i'm hoping the lesson rubs off on young padawan... and we've been told that the guy who left the system in our hands might be reassigned to us temporarily. i warned the boss that that might get a little awkward; as it stands, i've spent most of the past half a year rewriting his code...

i crashed, semi-controlled, after the meeting. the week's almost over and i haven't slept properly since friday - i had it coming.

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mmf surprised me by finally getting in touch, and through the high winds and rain - shielding myself with my crumpling umbrella - i walked to his place. we talked, then talked some more; i got what i need, for the moment. now i just need to figure out how to untangle myself from the place i'm at at present.

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pg's pick at the movies: i am number four. we were alone in the theatre (not including one apparently homeless guy - he was nice enough to offer us from his flask), and the movie was great fun! not too much brain-food, but extremely pleasurable nonetheless.

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