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desperanceGrouchy Chaz is grouchy. And got up late, on account of late to bed last night.
Still: a page before coffee, before copying work onto thumb-drive and then magnificently leaving thumb-drive in machine, before going into the Lit & Phil to discover that there are still no tables in the Silence Room. Like, none at all today.
Went upstairs to, ah, enquire why. Annual book sale, they said; need the tables. I swore and fulminated, and very nearly stormed out; only they stopped me just in time, with the suggestion that I might work in the Committee Room instead. They're okay, these Lit-and-Philippas. Or, in this case, Lit-and-Carolines.
So I went up to the Committee Room and - discovered I'd left the thumb drive at home. Worked anyway, making a vague guess at the proper starting point; wrote a couple of pages and went downstairs. To the book sale. Whoops.
Now am home, but not sure how much more work there is in me; I might have to watch The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, a film I have never seen. Or I might have to work for a while longer and then watch Contact, a film of which I am unreasonably fond. At least until it reaches the mystical alien woo, which I hate. I hate all mystical alien woo; it reminds one of the worst excesses of 2001: A Space Odyssey. But while Jodie's being an astronomer-geek with her geeky friends, solving alien broadcasts and fighting The Man, oh yes. Love it with the love that makes me even watch the mystical alien woo, tho' I usually drop off about then.
Still: a page before coffee, before copying work onto thumb-drive and then magnificently leaving thumb-drive in machine, before going into the Lit & Phil to discover that there are still no tables in the Silence Room. Like, none at all today.
Went upstairs to, ah, enquire why. Annual book sale, they said; need the tables. I swore and fulminated, and very nearly stormed out; only they stopped me just in time, with the suggestion that I might work in the Committee Room instead. They're okay, these Lit-and-Philippas. Or, in this case, Lit-and-Carolines.
So I went up to the Committee Room and - discovered I'd left the thumb drive at home. Worked anyway, making a vague guess at the proper starting point; wrote a couple of pages and went downstairs. To the book sale. Whoops.
Now am home, but not sure how much more work there is in me; I might have to watch The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, a film I have never seen. Or I might have to work for a while longer and then watch Contact, a film of which I am unreasonably fond. At least until it reaches the mystical alien woo, which I hate. I hate all mystical alien woo; it reminds one of the worst excesses of 2001: A Space Odyssey. But while Jodie's being an astronomer-geek with her geeky friends, solving alien broadcasts and fighting The Man, oh yes. Love it with the love that makes me even watch the mystical alien woo, tho' I usually drop off about then.