can't talk, orienting

[freckles_and_doubt]

Also, typing this on stv's computer owing to still-being-in-exile-from-horrible-home, and the keyboard has everything subtly in the wrong place, which is playing merry hob with my touch-typing. I'm very, very tired after a twelve-hour day ending in two hours being badgered, foxed and boared with angsty questions by nervous first-year parents. Have fulfilled daily quota of hand-patting, fog-dispersal and wantonly sabotaging the undergraduate Law stream. Actual orientation for nervous first-years, the second instalment (twice as large as the first), starts tomorrow. Am braced. Will stash gin bottle in my left boot and the emergency Red Bull in my right.

When not staggering drunkenly around in a pre-, post- or mid-orientation haze, I've caught up (in company with jo&stv, Prince of Hosts) the first five or so episodes of Supernatural Season 5, which has principally charmed me by giving us (a) shy!uncertain!geeky!Sam, who was a bit submerged at the end of last season, and (b) a totally unexpected Paris Hilton guest star in which she cheerfully takes the mickey out of herself. It's possible I may despise her marginally less than before, i.e. only mostly utterly.

Wimped out on visiting the house tonight, too tired, so I have no idea what the Army of Reconstruction have been doing. If they've knocked down the wrong wall or anything I'm sure the Evil Landlord would tell me. Probably. Unless he didn't, on the grounds of preserving what's left of my mental health.

I'm wittering, and something is eating the hell out of my feet. (Not the cats, I checked). I'm going to bed. Send prayers for continued sanity.

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[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

I came by your office with a chocolate at some point. The door was locked meaning you either weren't there or were hiding under the desk. I called through the door in case of the latter. I figured the silence did not change the two options at all. I'll fling chocolate at you some other time.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

you are a kind lady, thank you. I have been in orientation solidly since 7am, and go back at 1pm for another hour, followed by two hours in registration. Am already dead. Send new body. Chocolate whenever will also help. Currently driven to drinking tea without milk in sheer desperation.