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Jan. 9th, 2004 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solitary_summerTruly messed up day. Had a minor beakdown at work, hiding behind the cashier desk, crying on the phone with my mother.
Then managed to also depress G., who dropped by and said I should try to switch my diss to something ethnological-sociological about B5, seeing as I was so fond of it and it wasn't all that different from multiculturalism in the Achaemenid empire. No chances for any kind of paid job there, either, obviously. I told him (in so many words) I was looking for a perspective, not a hobby. Might have brought him down a little...
It was a kind offer, but not what I'm looking for.
It snowed again. And I'd thought I'd be able to take out my bike again tomorrow.
B5:2 is at the post office (notification in the post-box), which, obviously, is closed tomorrow. Figures.
