All entries for Monday 02 May 2005
May 02, 2005
Can anyone tell me why it is that for precisely the half hour in which I justifiably had to be outside and not in writing my essay (and not for any procrastinery 'we've run out of milk/bread/chocolate/caviar/small blue kangaroos called Bernard' induced reasons either) the heavens decided to open upon me and my lovely sunny clothes and assorted bags? Yet as soon as I got back under cover and sat down so my essay could glare at me, the sun was shining as if it had never been away.
So now, outside, all these happy shiny dry people are flitting about with tinkling laughs in the sunshine, all floaty and summery and dry, and I am stuck in here with frizzy hair in my steamy essay hellhole, surrounded by damp clothes and sticky-out umbrellas.
Just for the record, I hate you, yes all you happy shiny summer people – because you are essayless, you are laughing, and most of all you are dry. See how I shake my dripping and bent umbrella in your face with scorn. Watch it shake. And drip.