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Post-con

So I went to the con for two sessions. It was better than nothing by a long shot, and I was left nowhere near as unhappy as after Unicon last year.

I saw the shining people, I played their games, I was one of them for a while.

And today I have to go in to uni and fess up to my supervisor, and try to work out what the fuck I'm going to do about my student and his lack of results. And about the simple procedure I seem to be getting completely wrong every time I try it.

It's a wicked-bad come down, really.

I want to stay in bed today. I don't want to face anyone or anything. But I can't.

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kowari
Jan. 23rd, 2005 10:08 pm (UTC)
Dont forget that some weirdo in an army hat yelled at you from a car as you walked across Hoddle street.
That had to be a highlight!
*grin*
tefkin
Jan. 24th, 2005 03:34 am (UTC)
The garden
"I saw the shining people, I played their games, I was one of them for a while"

Sometimes you think it would just hurt less to stay away,
you love being there in the garden,
you love your hundreds of friends like a hundred different and unique blossoms, You want to inhale deeply, stupidly, too loose yourself in each other them, but there are too many flowers and too little time,
Everyday is something new and different from the otherwise humdrum of your autumn life,
You love being surprised at new ideas like a bright new rose you had not seen before,
and about discovering something about yourself in an unusual game,
You know it will feel terrible the day after but, like a bad addiction, you come again,
You sit in the big room, the garden's centre, with lots of people whirling around you: hugging, smiling, flirting, laughing, catching up, reminiscging, telling war stories, kissing, holding each other, (are they the flowers or the bumble bees) and you already know what it will feel like when its all over,
You rub your hands in glee at the new meat, and love to meet the old guard,



for a few days you bloom alive in the high summer of the con before you return to the humdrum of autumn to await spring again.
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