Journal

Rainy Days

Friday. These days are rainy. And sometimes exceptionally cold. Well, cold for Singapore anyway.

By now, I’ve written enough to satisfy my mathematical quota for the holidays, even though I did so without having any idea what I was doing. Which is fairly miraculous, because it doesn’t look like it was a waste of time. Now I have to sort out a bit of old writing, and after that I’ll be back on the case to try to do what I can as it goes along. No point in sticking to my objective, which wasn’t an impressive one to begin with. It was just to ensure that I got work done.

The results are coming on Tuesday. To be fair, only one subject in particular scares me, but it’s enough to make it a potentially awful day. (And a potentially awful start to the new year, I suppose.) So I guess I should enjoy the last weekend before it gets dark.

These days, I just kind of oscillate between being perfectly normal, getting tremendously upset, and going absolutely batty. These are strange days. Some things, well, two things actually, tend to threaten to drive me crazy. And strangely, the only things that lend any sense of normalcy to these days are the things that I’m not looking forward to at all, the chores and the like. All the mundane things. It is a remarkable sensation. I say remarkable because I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not.

Well, sure doesn’t affect my work, and I’ve actually been quite successful in keeping it to myself, so it doesn’t actually have any pronounced effect on my life. Which is great. I suppose. That part anyway.

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