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you can't punch guest lecturers, although often i want to
some things happened.
* i accidentally broke moz's tank while cleaning it, so now he lives in a measuring jug. mr s came over the other night and gave me one of his old tanks, but i still need to fix it up. i am pleased with the friendship mr s and i have, now. it makes me happy, and not just because of the fishtank. i cooked him dinner and we played backgammon and it was relaxed and fun.
* speaking of which, things with mr j are also pleasing me. i bumped into him in town, on friday, and we had coffee and laughed at how ridiculous our lives are to each other. our friendship feels like something that can last a long time.
* on friday i cycled in to town, just as it was raining. bucketing down, and i was soaked. water pooling in my lap as i rode and pouring down into my shoes. and i loved it, even though there were puddles of water in my shoes and i had to squeeze my clothes out to avoid taking the rain around with me.
* swing dancing is excellent. i enjoy it very much.
* "american gods" by neil gaiman once again awes me. it really is very, very, good.
* capoeira continues. often i am sore. on saturday gringo tried to get me to do some crazy backflip thing, and i dropped myself on my head and then rolled my whole body backwards over my neck. gringo said, well done, but keep your arm straight, and then i had to try again.
i am unsure about some of my life choices, but in a quiet kind of way.
academia? perhaps? perhaps not? what else, then?
* i accidentally broke moz's tank while cleaning it, so now he lives in a measuring jug. mr s came over the other night and gave me one of his old tanks, but i still need to fix it up. i am pleased with the friendship mr s and i have, now. it makes me happy, and not just because of the fishtank. i cooked him dinner and we played backgammon and it was relaxed and fun.
* speaking of which, things with mr j are also pleasing me. i bumped into him in town, on friday, and we had coffee and laughed at how ridiculous our lives are to each other. our friendship feels like something that can last a long time.
* on friday i cycled in to town, just as it was raining. bucketing down, and i was soaked. water pooling in my lap as i rode and pouring down into my shoes. and i loved it, even though there were puddles of water in my shoes and i had to squeeze my clothes out to avoid taking the rain around with me.
* swing dancing is excellent. i enjoy it very much.
* "american gods" by neil gaiman once again awes me. it really is very, very, good.
* capoeira continues. often i am sore. on saturday gringo tried to get me to do some crazy backflip thing, and i dropped myself on my head and then rolled my whole body backwards over my neck. gringo said, well done, but keep your arm straight, and then i had to try again.
i am unsure about some of my life choices, but in a quiet kind of way.
academia? perhaps? perhaps not? what else, then?