trauma tune: sharing - part i

[post divided retroactively]

wednesday:

i walked out of the office on wednesday and into a maelstrom of dark and disturbing, beginning with sketching out listlessly and resulting in my arriving home frustrated and rambling.
"honey, you're talking nonsense," she told me. and she was right. only she was wrong, too. because all the nonsense was spot-on, only it really doesn't make any sense. i really needed a stiff drink, and that's what i had.

and it helped, along with the purging. and along with the fact that pg put up with it. she distracted me by leading me into the study, where she'd set up the giant cupboard door as a whiteboard. i spent a short while setting up my calendar and scribbling my to-do lists, and then we went to bed.

night fears: waking up from a dream about grim warriors whose mission was against vampires whose intentions were pure violence; and me being given a knife before being sent into battle against tooth, claw and raw, unnatural, unbridled power. unpleasant.

---thursday:

israelis are so aggressive that it's never comfortable to communicate with strangers: all i want to do is tell people who leave the engine running (cars or bikes) that it's not cost-effective.

the day began with a discussion over sex-work advertising on campus that turned into a laugh about fainting and then an awkward "discussion" with the slow girl who talks rubbish and got personal: she got on my nerves when she tried to explain to me that i'll eventually stop being a south african.

right.

...

i couldn't get i was touched out of my head the entire first class.

a brief chat about hawthorne and his take on transcendental scrambled eggs later, and then straight into second. i hate chairs that flip back automatically, because i replaced my bum with my netbook when i got up, forgetting that it would be catapulted straight to the floor :S

we had a problem with the room for the screening - this has become a thing. we eventually were assigned a new one, but the one girl who was coming late had forgotten her cellphone at home... figures.

i had an interesting run-in with the student union on a number of issues, and have gone over wordsworth's translation of the manifesto. it's good! now to get promoting.

i ran into an italian wearing a hat, and was surprised once again by how much he seems to enjoy talking to me in contrast to how much he seems to despise talking to the others in our class (O_o)

we had a problem with the room for the anime evening - this then became even more of a thing, because the guy in charge is friends with botchman so he sorted it out by moving a different class...

botchman himself threw a sock through the window when he arrived - and we were worried it was a bomb of sorts :S

durarara!! - wandering son - elfen lied

it was an awesome evening. the same girl from the previous section giving us the history of kanji... again. *sigh*

i kept mishearing things during the evening, my brain having been overloaded for a while...

i got home to find the first communication i've received from my health insurance company: a threat to sue me for not paying an amount that i hadn't been made aware that i owed. my favourite.

pg made great dinner, and we then took her new hookah up to the roof to smoke under the stars. it was the ideal end to a really tough week.

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