This is what I get for being a conscientious student:

After getting up to catch the early (for me - it was actually ten minutes late) sardine train (we have such a wonderful public transport system here, dontcha know?) to grab a computer as soon as the lab opens to test my database searching problems, I arrive at Sydney Parade at 8:30am and, seeing as it’s a 25 minute walk to UCD, and if I wait for a bus none will show up (the government decalred Murphy’s Law a long time ago), I decide to walk. Sure, it’s chilly, and the air’s a bit damp, and there’s a few drops of rain, but it’s not that bad…

Well, those few drops turned to a few more drops, and then a few more, and then a few thousand more, and then they dropped faster, and got bigger… I fucking hate the weather at this time of year. My jeans are soaked, my hair has changed colour, the contents of my bag barely survived unscathed. And to top it all off, it was only when I arrived at the Daedalus building that I remembered most of the terminals in the open lab have dodgy keyboards.

But fuck it. I’ve got over two and a half hours till I have to be somewhere else: enough time to dry off a bit, and to take my time doing what I came here to do… What did I come here to do again?

Tue 27 Nov 2001 at 09:22   ·