the end is nigh

I woke up this morning feeling Greek. Ancient Greek. I don't quite know how to describe it, except that I had this intense desire to wear gold and loop my hair up in intricate knots and swirls---so I did. I wore a gold sweater and my gold sandals, my hair was pulled back into three twisted buns, and I wrapped a sky blue ribbon around my head, too.

I spent the day feeling hurried. I ran to class, ran to work, ran to meeting after meeting all afternoon. It was exciting, it was worthwhile, but it was terribly tiring. C.S. Lewis Society was something of a relief--we're reading Abolition of Man and had a fantastic discussion on passionate education. And I got to eat lunch with X, which never happens and was a welcome hour of happiness amidst the hectic.

I spent the evening in utter turmoil.

There I sat, absorbing every detail of Anthony Rider's lecture on Integritas, Claritas, et Harmonia: a Reflection on Aesthetics in Portrait Painting while trying desperately to record it on every blank page I had left in my folders. He had just passed the half-way mark when the strobe lights flashed on, the siren sounded its call and we were swept up and out of a burning library. Yes, this was no drill: smoke was billowing from the roof top*.

As I was on a bit of a schedule I didn't wait for the details but instead walked towards home and a WF paper waiting to be written. I had three hours until midnight, I thought. Surely that will be enough. But I hadn't factored in an empty mailbox or the full sink. The first threw me to instant despondency---the second into utter frenzy. I can't concentrate with such clutter.

So I threw the dishes into the dishwasher, scrubbed out the pots and pans, and set the cycle to Extreme Wash. I had spent all of five minutes in front of my notes when I realised things weren't quite right; water was spilling from the dishwasher like Niagra Falls, a mess of foam running to all corners of my kitchen.

And there you have it: my Wonderful Wednesday now comes to a close. A fire, a flood---what more could you possibly want?

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*Don't worry, I'm pretty sure it's nothing to worry about. Although it was a little eerie, seeing all the corridors sealed off with iron-clad doors and students squeezing out of every emergency exit. Crazy stuff.

**Also, as something of a side note: The first thing I noticed after my escape from the Library was an insane amount of birds careening about the black sky---except they weren't birds, they were bats. Lots and lots of bats. Now, I happen to like bats, so this was rather magical to me, but what in the world?