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In other news, I am remarkably well rested today. In a good mood, even. I played tennis yesterday and suspect the fresh air and exercise is the culprit.
Unfortunately, as I was walking back some prick smoking on the sidewalk accidentally hit my hand with the tip of his lit cigarette. I think he was stoned. He didn't even realise it had happened at first. Now I have a small burn blister on my hand and I am dying to pop it. I won't, but I want to.
I've decided to address the NYC heat wave by indulging in indian food. I'm sprouting some mung beans at home and look forward to some curried cabbage with mung bean sprouts, mung bean sprout salad and a few other dishes during the week. I'm taking off my 9 - 5 job in order to edit a couple papers, put together syllabi, and otherwise be generally academic.
I was thinking about HP stuff last night and came to the recognition that I am startlingly numb about the whole thing. While others have gone off and gotten supremely angry, devastatingly depressed, joyful or amused, I experienced some sadness and then a rather quick and painless acceptance. It's almost like I don't care, and I don't know why. I've no desire to read Snape/Lily fanfic. No desire to seek out any more essays on the subject. No desire to rail against JKR for some admittedly questionable writing decisions. No desire to seek out angsty fanart (though I've seen a few stunning pieces that I'm glad I did see after all). And I'm most upset about not being so upset. Is anyone else experiencing this? Or have any idea what it might mean? Dr.lookfar? I did write a filk, mostly for the amusement of perosha. Maybe I just need to laugh and stay away from all the downer stuff.
Oh well. I'll do my best in the meantime to cope with the ridiculous heatwave that has taken over NYC. Wish me luck in the next week flist as I try to get a lot done in a little bit of time.
sgt_majorette's LJ. :dies: They know
In other news, I am remarkably well rested today. In a good mood, even. I played tennis yesterday and suspect the fresh air and exercise is the culprit.
Unfortunately, as I was walking back some prick smoking on the sidewalk accidentally hit my hand with the tip of his lit cigarette. I think he was stoned. He didn't even realise it had happened at first. Now I have a small burn blister on my hand and I am dying to pop it. I won't, but I want to.
I've decided to address the NYC heat wave by indulging in indian food. I'm sprouting some mung beans at home and look forward to some curried cabbage with mung bean sprouts, mung bean sprout salad and a few other dishes during the week. I'm taking off my 9 - 5 job in order to edit a couple papers, put together syllabi, and otherwise be generally academic.
I was thinking about HP stuff last night and came to the recognition that I am startlingly numb about the whole thing. While others have gone off and gotten supremely angry, devastatingly depressed, joyful or amused, I experienced some sadness and then a rather quick and painless acceptance. It's almost like I don't care, and I don't know why. I've no desire to read Snape/Lily fanfic. No desire to seek out any more essays on the subject. No desire to rail against JKR for some admittedly questionable writing decisions. No desire to seek out angsty fanart (though I've seen a few stunning pieces that I'm glad I did see after all). And I'm most upset about not being so upset. Is anyone else experiencing this? Or have any idea what it might mean? Dr.
lookfar? I did write a filk, mostly for the amusement of perosha. Maybe I just need to laugh and stay away from all the downer stuff.Oh well. I'll do my best in the meantime to cope with the ridiculous heatwave that has taken over NYC. Wish me luck in the next week flist as I try to get a lot done in a little bit of time.
