And the clock's ticking. Fifteen hours and some change until I discover how little I actually know about subjects about which I thought I knew something.
Incidentally, I do hope nobody was deceived by the title and expects this to be either intelligent or philosophical. I, personally, am all eagerness to get pally with wisdom (or knowledge, if you prefer to translate it like that), but wisdom thinks I am one of those mortals best avoided; that, then, is the status quo.
This is, of course, not such a wonderful time to start blogging. That change I was talking about is getting shorter by the second. But I've reached a point where I do not care who produces how many shirts and sells them to which client as long as nobody expects me to do anything about it. I'm hoping the situation will change by tomorrow morning: feelings like that with the OM paper in front of me, and "trouble" will not begin to describe what I will be in. Nor, for that matter, will several other words that, in the interests of propriety, I shall not list.
I can't help feeling that the past week has been the lull before the storm. Five days, five free afternoons, and just one quiz? Nope. Something's fishy. I don't know if it has something to do with tomorrow being a Sabbath, but I can't help thinking that the next three days are going to be a brew with ingredients beyond Will's wildest imaginings... And that takes some imagining.
By now, half the people reading this have probably resolved to tell me that my chances will be brighter if I stop writing pointless posts and mug. I daresay they're right. In any case, the change may be getting shorter, but there's always the uplifting thought of Elysium, or the day after midterms... Onward, then, and hopefully there are calm seas and auspicious gales waiting.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
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