See how complex this is? Let’s pretend every reference – especially the obscure ones – is intentional.
Adding to the convolution is the fact that I begin this post with something that happened before the contents of the previous post. Oh my.
On the subject of the disjointed nature of my posts, I realise that they are just microblogs, arbitrarily grouped by when I write them. And yes, conversations with me are actually like this, to a degree. It depends on whether the other participants moderate or amplify the rambling nature of the discussion. With the people I choose to associate with most, they tend to make it stranger.
So, down to the goose.
On Sunday night, I got three hours of sleep, because of last-minute summative essay writing for Modern History. I leave the Russian Revolutions to the last moment, just like Lenin. “Summative” is a word invented by the people responsible for our state’s high school diploma thing. It means “for assessment”, rather than formative.
There is still no coffee in this house. I had already had my weekly cup, that morning, but it’s not like it effects me strongly. So I finished my nutella (I will assume that this is available everywhere in the world), and drank a lot of cordial, which I do not actually like. I was really peppy the next day, and the assignment was done. Screw it – Nutella is a chocolate hazelnut spread, which I keep in my drawer and eat with a spoon.
When I got home, I did what I normally did for a few hours – squandered my time on the internet. Then I took a “nap” for four hours. This was followed by a very conveniently much delayed dinner, after which I returned to the internet. At 2 AM, I decided to sleep.
Yes, I turn my computer at the PSU – because there is a blue LED under the on button which would otherwise stay on all night, keeping me awake. I must sleep in complete darkness and silence.
Naturally, I could not sleep. Those missing hours, I do not think I reclaimed. I guess I did not need them.
Just before 3:00, this rhythmic hissing started. Of course, I assumed it was a goose outside my window, the type of red-faced white goose that headbangs when angry and sounds like a bicycle pump. The type my parents have or had, depending on whether they reproduced. I think they are down to two ducks and five chickens, actually.
The throaty hacking continued, and I would occasionally, from my bed, reach behind the blind to tap on the window to make it shut up. “STFU, goose”, was the message a tapped. It later occurred to me that it was a cat coughing up hairballs, because cats are quite common in the city.
The end. Oh, I bet you were expecting a punch line. It went away at some point, and I got a few hours of sleep. It has not returned on any night since, which is something I hope continues.
On unrelated matters, I made $20 earlier today for dicking about in a tricky bastard of a real estate program. Once I have got my head around how fiddly it is, it will be “data entry” and not a “learning session”. Property valuers have quite a workload. The information is confidential, and I am technically not doing it, so there is no tax.
I’m liking the sound of this. Also, this is really near where I live.
And I am totally getting my kicks from writing self-referential posts. I’m the Ouroboros of the blagosphere.
Oh, those black men are fighting the system.
