./~ the world around her shoulders cold and grey ~\.

I shouldn't spod, but I feel I should record my encounter with the Magic Porter of Door-Opening. Having returned to my room, my door refused to open. At this point I carefully checked the room letter, the other doors to reassure myself I was on the right staircase, and even the room number on my key. All of these things agreed that I should be able to open this door with this key, so I went in search of some porters, on the grounds they can do anything. Returning be-portered (after much derision at the idea of old men like them walking across to 47J from the plodge, and the traditional joke of them being over in an hour or so), I tried and failed to enter using the porter's magical powers of embarrassment, but in fact the porter had to wield the key themselves for the magic to work. Confirming my second theory, that I'm currently as weak as a dead kitten.

Goodnight.

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Having got up in time to go to church, I discover that CLC is having an evening service today, randomly. However, I am now thoroughly awake. This means I should have a shower and do some work, which means I will spod until I need to head out D&D-wards.

I feel suprisingly unharmed after the ceilidh last night. After it I went on to a party at House (I think it was ptc24's unbirthday party, or something), which was moderately amusing but did consist mainly of sitting around talking to a background of random goth music. Apparently the dress code was 'goth', and I was pretty much dressed as The Anti-Goth (bright electric blue t-shirt, blue jeans with sparklies), but nobody else seemed to be particularly more goth than they always are. About 1:45am the party seemed to be disbanding so we decided to leave, getting back to Chu at about 2:15am. And then my key failed to work, as otherwhere detailed.

Look, I can write biographical stuff in my LJ as well as whining! (Especially now I'm on something of a more even keel, although I'm still due for Major Fireworks on Monday if I don't get down to doing some of this supervision work.)

./~ it burns inside of me ~\.

Slowly, daylight crept in... and I could see. And something else had changed inside of me.

I have not done any of the work for tomorrow. I have not finished giving out gospels. I have not had a shower for too long. I have not had enough sleep. I seem to be collecting enough angst to out-mope a roomful of goths. If I push myself much further, I think I might break.
( I wonder what it will look like. )

./~locked away like stolen pearls ~\.

I should really stop being surprised when a church service 1) tells me exactly what I was thinking when I came in, 2) offers no particular advice, just reassurance and 3) cheers me up in spite of that.

This does not mean, however, that I should not now proceed to get some sleep, and then get some of the stuff that needs doing done.