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The fact of yesterday is that I went to Leiden because it was market day, and I walked around the stalls and bought odd items for lunch, including dolamdakia (aka dolamdes or dolma) out of nostalgia for my stint in Athens.
( Brief nostalgic interlude. )
Then I tried to work on my outline, because not having done anything on Friday meant I have to put in 8 hours of work this weekend. (Ha!)
Then Ma' Skyped. We went over how in 6 months I've failed to conjure up a social network. I mentioned that the friendships I'd managed to start were in the pit because the people left. Do you know how much it sucks to makes friends with people - or acquaintances - and to have everyone leave? Then the two friends I do have - ish - are away on holiday. In fucking Hawai'i and Istanbul.
And my classmates are godsknowwhere and my program-mates - of which there are seven or so - are all Dutch and also godsknowwhere. And I try to set something up with them, like with Mariska and Elise, whith whom I worked in groups a couple of times, and get a resounding lack of anything. Mariska I understand because it takes her 2 hrs to get to our middle ground, Leiden. But Elise lives there, and all she had to say to my, "Hey, let's get together sometime", was, "Hey, since we'll be working in the same department building, we can take a break together sometime." Translation: go downstairs to the cafeteria. Also? We won't be in the same department building, because the department has fucking run out of computers and desks to lend to students - they're quite embarrassed about it, like that helps - so I'll be working from home or in any other computer lab I can find.
I'll have to go to Leiden twice a week for my own sanity, because working from home for four months is a recipie in insanity. I need to talk to people. I was talking with mom yesterday and my brain just shut down on language. I just couldn't express myself, and not because I was particularly riled, just *poof*. Talking not happening. This is bad, obviously.
So mom 'n I've come up with a sort of action plan, which involves my checking out a Salsa class which Landen mentioned - despite my "meh" on Salsa and "ah! nonono" on dancing - and similar things.
Because if I don't do things with people, don't have a sort of social life or even borderline contact, I think I might swing into Bad Mental Place. ( Cut for massive Flow of Consciousness, Oh Woes and Cussing. )
Ok. Work now. Then lunch. Then out into the world.
ETA: You know what I'd love? And need? To got to Montreal. I love that city like no man's business. And if Kit's still there - because I goddamn will go - then I'm hugging her and quite possibly never letting go. And if she's not, then I'm huntin' her down. We live too far away, muffin.
Links of the Day:
Spiders on Drugs
Tiger kills crocodile (alternate link)
* Hockey Night in Canada (1982) in Red Plaid Shirt (2003), by Diane Schoemperlen (Excerpt)
( Brief nostalgic interlude. )
Then I tried to work on my outline, because not having done anything on Friday meant I have to put in 8 hours of work this weekend. (Ha!)
Then Ma' Skyped. We went over how in 6 months I've failed to conjure up a social network. I mentioned that the friendships I'd managed to start were in the pit because the people left. Do you know how much it sucks to makes friends with people - or acquaintances - and to have everyone leave? Then the two friends I do have - ish - are away on holiday. In fucking Hawai'i and Istanbul.
And my classmates are godsknowwhere and my program-mates - of which there are seven or so - are all Dutch and also godsknowwhere. And I try to set something up with them, like with Mariska and Elise, whith whom I worked in groups a couple of times, and get a resounding lack of anything. Mariska I understand because it takes her 2 hrs to get to our middle ground, Leiden. But Elise lives there, and all she had to say to my, "Hey, let's get together sometime", was, "Hey, since we'll be working in the same department building, we can take a break together sometime." Translation: go downstairs to the cafeteria. Also? We won't be in the same department building, because the department has fucking run out of computers and desks to lend to students - they're quite embarrassed about it, like that helps - so I'll be working from home or in any other computer lab I can find.
I'll have to go to Leiden twice a week for my own sanity, because working from home for four months is a recipie in insanity. I need to talk to people. I was talking with mom yesterday and my brain just shut down on language. I just couldn't express myself, and not because I was particularly riled, just *poof*. Talking not happening. This is bad, obviously.
So mom 'n I've come up with a sort of action plan, which involves my checking out a Salsa class which Landen mentioned - despite my "meh" on Salsa and "ah! nonono" on dancing - and similar things.
Because if I don't do things with people, don't have a sort of social life or even borderline contact, I think I might swing into Bad Mental Place. ( Cut for massive Flow of Consciousness, Oh Woes and Cussing. )
Ok. Work now. Then lunch. Then out into the world.
ETA: You know what I'd love? And need? To got to Montreal. I love that city like no man's business. And if Kit's still there - because I goddamn will go - then I'm hugging her and quite possibly never letting go. And if she's not, then I'm huntin' her down. We live too far away, muffin.
Links of the Day:
Spiders on Drugs
Tiger kills crocodile (alternate link)
* Hockey Night in Canada (1982) in Red Plaid Shirt (2003), by Diane Schoemperlen (Excerpt)
