entropy tango

Another day, another balance sheet. Things The Day Did To Me:

• Five hours in my office, working on a slow machine which pauses every minute or so to consider the virus checker in a sort of meditative slow motion. Also, don't talk about bandwidth. It's all clogged with the misshapen, attenuated corpses of student chatter.
• Curriculum advice: three student nitwits changing courses late and incurring stupendous and unnecessary fees.
• A sort of minor gastric bug, resulting in the inability to eat all day, and a blood sugar headache from hell.
• An ambient CT temperature not unlike the blast from an oven door. A demonic oven. Filled with glowing, sizzling demony things.

On the other hand, there were actually some Things I Did To, or possibly With, the Day:

• Joined the gym. Yay, go me, etc. This also entailed bonding with the nice saleslady about her similarly broken elbow, although she's managed to regain full arm extension. No fair. Hopefully some exercise will, by virtue of increased blood-flow to the positivity centres, or at very least an occasional endorphin rush, improve my state of mind. I am braced for the necessarily humiliating fitness assessment tomorrow.
• Finally tracked down a contract or two, giving some faint shape to the amorphous blobby things that are these bizarre pseudo-jobs. Given that I've been doing both jobs for a month, and the contract states that I accept the terms by the simple expedient of starting work, it's a relief to discover that my Cherished Institution hasn't actually signed me up for the white slave trade. No more than usual, anyway.
• Wrestled Angela Carter best of two falls out of three. Faint but measurable progress, righteously kicking some minor but significant feminist critical butt. Given that stv is becoming somewhat stern and unyielding on the bunny accessory front, this is something of a relief.

Bunny Threat Level: showing signs of faint but measurable increase.