white nights, black cloak

[freckles_and_doubt]

Bleah. Random 4am wakeage this morning, and I couldn't get back to sleep, although the probable cause - a sudden sharp shower of rain on my tin roof - is otherwise rejoice-worthy. Got up at 5.15 and worked, instead. The rewards of virtue are ... well, insufficient, in this context. I have achieved many things in the last two days, not counting the police investigation: a bunch of encyclopedia entries sent off to the Nice Editor Man, a huge batch of marking, and a brain like cheese. Yesterday's quick edit of the aforementioned Commerce Honours project also demonstrated, once again, that I'm in the wrong faculty. My gosh-darned students (a) don't generally write with such ruthless clarity, and (b) don't bring me chocolate for marking their essays. Sigh.

Rubble update: strangely quiet. The Army of Reconstruction have disposed mysteriously of a huge pile of excavated sand, leaving a neatly flattened area on which the first row of bricks has been laid, marking the area the garage will occupy. It is my considered opinion that the Evil Landlord can park at least four cars there, or possibly a small Zeppelin. I am, however, well aware that this is the curious trompe l'oeil effect of the building process. It'll look like a dog kennel by the time the walls are shoulder-height.

I should have realised at the time that yesterday's post revealed, of course, the inevitable next bit of this severely-delayed meme. Things You Might Not Have Known About Me, #6: not only am I the Evil Overlord of a Seekrit Organisation, but somewhere in America is a dodgy gentleman who wants to take photographs of my feet.

Comments

Garage? I think not

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

A Zeppelin? Egad! Perhaps the Evil Landlord, (in his secret guise of Evil Overlord!) is really constructing s Top-Secret Overlord Hang-Out, from whence he can launch Robot Zeppelin Commando attacks on the city, while also invite his fellow Overlords around for a beer.

Or perhaps I should go easy on the sugar.