shiny happy people

Bad weekend o'gloom. More headache, less work, considerably more happy couples being affectionate in my immediate vicinity (especially at H*'s party) than I can actually take in my currently long-term single and frustrated state. Also less LJ, which means the entire grump-fest may simply be withdrawal symptoms. Either IAfrica or LJ were on Go Slow strike from Friday night, precluding the actual loading of a page in anything other than geological time, and then we had a power cut almost all-day Sunday, thus putting the kibosh on my noble plans to finish the Tolkien paper*. Bleah. This means I shall have to give the Tolkien paper to the adoring crowds** in the dept. this afternoon from the familiar position of some notes, and winging it.

However, today is looking up. Ursula Vernon has put up her "Irrational Fears" webcomic, and I shall be sustained through a day of unspecified academia by the notion of a small, blue ahuizotl sitting on a rock in a river and singing "Stairway To Heaven." Simple pleasures, simple pleasures.

* I could have gone up to campus and finished it there, I suppose, but that would have entailed actual activity and initiative, neither of which I possess when tea supplies are interrupted by the need to break out gas stoves and things.
** probably three people. Tolkien and fan culture not fashionable in the Department of Africanised Political Correctness.