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May. 13th, 2002 07:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annathyst0700. The day is beginning for many an unfortunate office-bound worker, as they haul themselves out of bed, sluggishly go through the motions of morning toilet and coffee, and hurry off to work in whatever mode of commutation they prefer.
My day is nearing its midpoint and far, alas, so far, from over.
Pages of notes an assignments litter the desk in front of me; the appearance of a complete mess is only strengthened by batteries, empty paper cups which once held tea, wadded-up wrong answers, and cables. I've outlasted everyone who was here when I sat down to work yesterday, and I'm still going, with five hours until first final.
The sun came up an hour and a bit ago; I only noticed it because the skylight turned blue from black...in the flourescent lit steady-state of the study room, time seems irrelevant. The chemical fog - and what a fog! burnishing that which it obscures to brightness impossible to overlook! - contributes to that as well; I find myself living in the moment of inscribing formula on paper, of converting words from text into meaning, of symbol entry into calculator.
I float in that which has been dumped into my accepting mind while I worked, and feel it settle into place. I am that.
I will regret this later. But later...Now is what matters.
My day is nearing its midpoint and far, alas, so far, from over.
Pages of notes an assignments litter the desk in front of me; the appearance of a complete mess is only strengthened by batteries, empty paper cups which once held tea, wadded-up wrong answers, and cables. I've outlasted everyone who was here when I sat down to work yesterday, and I'm still going, with five hours until first final.
The sun came up an hour and a bit ago; I only noticed it because the skylight turned blue from black...in the flourescent lit steady-state of the study room, time seems irrelevant. The chemical fog - and what a fog! burnishing that which it obscures to brightness impossible to overlook! - contributes to that as well; I find myself living in the moment of inscribing formula on paper, of converting words from text into meaning, of symbol entry into calculator.
I float in that which has been dumped into my accepting mind while I worked, and feel it settle into place. I am that.
I will regret this later. But later...Now is what matters.
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Date: 2002-05-13 06:43 am (UTC)Best of luck on the finals :) Knock 'em dead, tiger.
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Date: 2002-05-13 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-13 06:59 am (UTC)