Bone China
May. 30th, 2010 12:49 amApparently, Creative Minds 'Mimic Schizophrenia'.
Experts, apparently, "suspect a continuum" between the two.
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My room has been infernally hot for the last week and a half. I live on the fourth and top floor of an ancient and un-air-conditioned building, and last Tuesday the temperature on the floor drifted above a hundred degrees. (It is now, praise the Lord and pass the ceiling fans, comfortably back in the high eighties.)
So I was already cranky and tired and having difficulty concentrating on anything except the process of finding the most nappable couch on campus. (It's in Strange Commons in Main Hall, btw. The room is large and old and cool and dim, and the couch is soft and pillow-laden and just barely long enough for me.)
But then - last week Physical Plant installed an air-conditioner. The building is so old, however, that it's evidently only possible to cool the first and second floors - the floors full of office workers - who, I don't mean to begrudge them their comforts, but they do not sleep here.
Seething will only make me feel hotter. Seething will only make me feel hotter. Seething will only summon up the burning fires of Hell which will make me feel hotter.
(Personally, I think Physical Plant means to melt us all into bone china and sell us as novelty items to kitsch collectors. I do not approve of this ignonimous end.)
Experts, apparently, "suspect a continuum" between the two.
***
My room has been infernally hot for the last week and a half. I live on the fourth and top floor of an ancient and un-air-conditioned building, and last Tuesday the temperature on the floor drifted above a hundred degrees. (It is now, praise the Lord and pass the ceiling fans, comfortably back in the high eighties.)
So I was already cranky and tired and having difficulty concentrating on anything except the process of finding the most nappable couch on campus. (It's in Strange Commons in Main Hall, btw. The room is large and old and cool and dim, and the couch is soft and pillow-laden and just barely long enough for me.)
But then - last week Physical Plant installed an air-conditioner. The building is so old, however, that it's evidently only possible to cool the first and second floors - the floors full of office workers - who, I don't mean to begrudge them their comforts, but they do not sleep here.
Seething will only make me feel hotter. Seething will only make me feel hotter. Seething will only summon up the burning fires of Hell which will make me feel hotter.
(Personally, I think Physical Plant means to melt us all into bone china and sell us as novelty items to kitsch collectors. I do not approve of this ignonimous end.)