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Sep. 23rd, 2005 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_elyanOh dear. The monster is rather near the surface today - don't know why, it's just right beneath my skin, and trying to leap out and frighten the horses.
To quote Dead Poet's Society, "A man does not feel sad. He feels ... MOROSE!"
The infuriating thing is that I'm approaching my date of release from bondage, the opening up of a world of new opportunities - I should be excited and joyful. Instead I feel like I'm standing up to my neck in cold porridge, but am too damned English to complain.
And another quote:
"You know, breakdowns come and breakdowns go, so
What you going to do about it? That's what I'd like to know"
[Paul Simon, "Gumboots"]
I could really, really do with a drink tonight. But not here in King's Lynn - as if that would happen anyway, given that every other bugger here drives anyway.
Anyone in Cambridge fancy a week-ending restorative?
To quote Dead Poet's Society, "A man does not feel sad. He feels ... MOROSE!"
The infuriating thing is that I'm approaching my date of release from bondage, the opening up of a world of new opportunities - I should be excited and joyful. Instead I feel like I'm standing up to my neck in cold porridge, but am too damned English to complain.
And another quote:
"You know, breakdowns come and breakdowns go, so
What you going to do about it? That's what I'd like to know"
[Paul Simon, "Gumboots"]
I could really, really do with a drink tonight. But not here in King's Lynn - as if that would happen anyway, given that every other bugger here drives anyway.
Anyone in Cambridge fancy a week-ending restorative?
