September 12, 2006

Good news for people who love good news.

It may be because the last two days have been warm and sunny and humid, after a couple of weeks of treasonous autumnal gloom. It may be because I've finally shaken the cold that I had last week. It may be that I've had three cups of tea, one of coffee, and a lot of chocolate in the two days of this week. It may be the pornographically gratifying sight of the bookshelves covering my walls now that I've finally finished unpacking. Or it may actually be because I've dropped a frustrating class and switched to one that I really want.

I'm in a goddamned wonderful mood.

As of today my workload seems manageable. I have readers, and I can open them and do reading. I have enough time to work all the hours that I want at the library. I have a nicely standardized schedule that lets me come home at noon and cook lunch for myself every day. I don't have any subjects that I can't handle, nor any that I'm not interested in. I don't have a butchery lab tomorrow afternoon nor an ethnographic butchery video to watch in lecture right before lunch. I don't have an osteology quiz, which, in all masochism and honesty, may be the only thing that I'm sorry about.

When I'm not doing schoolwork (and occasionally when I should be) I have a home that is completely awesome. I have housemates that I like and am getting to know. They stop by my room and talk to me and flip through my books and hang out in the comfy chairs which my roommate seems to call into existence from thin air. They invite me to their rooms to sprawl on their Foof Chairs and talk until ridiculous hours of the night. They make delicious vegan dinners and cookies for me to eat. They share Magnetic Fields albums on the house network. They go on random trips to Home Depot and ride unattended courtesy scooters around the store.

You could call this a response to Kristen's last post, although I'm fairly sure we won't have to fight for primacy over it. Though I am 95% less settled than she, as I sit here in my comfy chair in my comfy hippie house with my books and my guitar an arm's reach away in either direction and free dinner readying itself for me downstairs, my delight is comparable to Kris's to at least five significant figures.

Edit: actually my delight resulted in me wandering down to dinner before posting this, so just imagine that that business about food has been neatly reconfigured in the (delightful) past tense. Thanks.

Posted by dianna at September 12, 2006 07:25 PM

Wait; the guitar's an arm's reach in either direction? Are there two guitars? Is it one guitar occupying two physical spaces at once? Or is this one of those geometry puzzles where the guitar's in one place but your arms are triangulating from two different locations or something?

Posted by: Zach S. at September 12, 2006 07:33 PM

Oh, no; it's the guitar and books collectively which are an arm's reach in either direction. Books to the left and guitar to the right. I realize the sentence can be parsed at least two ways, so just use the one that doesn't involve a Moebius bedroom.

Posted by: Dianna at September 12, 2006 07:47 PM