dammi il nitido splendore
Oct. 25th, 2001 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantapocalyptic skies: nearly purple with the grey heaviness of expected rain, and deep burnished gold on the eastern horizon.
interview went all kinds of fantastic. i was so pleased i nearly danced down the hall on my way out. met with four separate people, which took nearly four hours, but it was worth it, as dr rob said he wants to hire me (!!!) and just needs to talk to the others. i could nearly burst with joy right now. keeping all available digits crossed in order to thwart potential jinxes. o such happiness.
subway stalled outside of harvard station for an interminable time. i kept thinking of terrorism and gripping the rail until my knuckles ached. next to me sat this black-haired girl who wore long sweeping skirts and kept checking her palm pilot. she wore sunglasses. i became so absorbed in trying to catch the title of the book she was reading that the twenty-five minute wait fairly flew. it was anthrax-riffic.
last night i fell asleep at nine-thirty and slept odd dreams. of scribble, who was in the room and i had to guess which one he was. i was nervous. wires in this dream that i hung on.
also i dreamt that antony sent me a video tape of himself, talking. along with blue velour shirts (?). i put the tape in, even though i knew the formatting wasn't compatible. but then i woke myself up with worry out of the dream, thinking, how in the world will i update about this in a sane fashion? so in that way i never saw the tape, and i was spared the efforts of self-editing.
my hair is now a golden champagne color. if i were in a glass there would be a little strawberry down at the bottom.
interview went all kinds of fantastic. i was so pleased i nearly danced down the hall on my way out. met with four separate people, which took nearly four hours, but it was worth it, as dr rob said he wants to hire me (!!!) and just needs to talk to the others. i could nearly burst with joy right now. keeping all available digits crossed in order to thwart potential jinxes. o such happiness.
subway stalled outside of harvard station for an interminable time. i kept thinking of terrorism and gripping the rail until my knuckles ached. next to me sat this black-haired girl who wore long sweeping skirts and kept checking her palm pilot. she wore sunglasses. i became so absorbed in trying to catch the title of the book she was reading that the twenty-five minute wait fairly flew. it was anthrax-riffic.
last night i fell asleep at nine-thirty and slept odd dreams. of scribble, who was in the room and i had to guess which one he was. i was nervous. wires in this dream that i hung on.
also i dreamt that antony sent me a video tape of himself, talking. along with blue velour shirts (?). i put the tape in, even though i knew the formatting wasn't compatible. but then i woke myself up with worry out of the dream, thinking, how in the world will i update about this in a sane fashion? so in that way i never saw the tape, and i was spared the efforts of self-editing.
my hair is now a golden champagne color. if i were in a glass there would be a little strawberry down at the bottom.
