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My Dvorak Duvet
Posted 25th June 2010 at 01:41 AM by Lenny
I sit before you, wrapped in my duvet (sporting a lovely maroon cover that goes particularly well with my green bedsheet, red curtain and yellowing walls) as Dvorak's Sixth keeps me company like an old, comforting duvet (the one I'm physically wrapped in his been with me since I escaped the cot! As has my primary pillow - also attired in maroon).
Ah, the Sixth has bowed out and the Seventh has sidled in.
Literature Surveys are so dull! If it were real literature, then I wouldn't mind. Would my supervisor mind if I submitted a survey on Iain M. Banks' Culture series? Probably... if only my dissertation were on orbitals.
My dissertation is really about self-assembling structures. Now, they're pretty cool things - DNA and molecules self-assemble, and the methods they use are employed in nanoscale self-assembly. My task is to write a toolkit to simulate and visualise self-assembly algorithmically. Yes, it is as exciting as it sounds (oh? You were being sarcastic? That hurts...).
It's a mistake having all of my PDFs in one folder... pause the Seventh for a moment, and conduct along to Tank! using the score. Can't wait to play it in Big Band next year! As the newly elected President (well, I say elected - the last President thrust it upon me... she may be a nice girl, but that was cruel. Oh, how they shall suffer under my iron fist! Muahaha), I'm in charge of what my College Big Band does for the next year. How quaint.
Back to the Seventh.
Just over a week before I see my cats again - now they make a nice substitution for a duvet. Me mam decided to buy some chickens, recently. Haven't seen them yet, but I doubt they'd make a good duvet. I wonder how many chickens it would take to make a duvet?
Strange word, duvet. Strange name for a French lass, too... "Late for work? Wrapped up in your duvet, eh? Strange name for a French lass, that!".
Can't say I've ever had a fleshy duvet... I find it hard enough to move with just one cat sprawled out next to me (or on my chest... what a horrible feeling to wake up with a dead weight on your chest! A purring one, at that) - it would be even worse with two of us in a single bed.
Must get a bigger bed.
But a bigger bed means a bigger duvet - I like my duvet. Even older than I am, you know. It used to live above the Airing Cupboard before it was liberated and put to work.
Must get back to work, too. The housemates are all sleeping at their girlfriend's houses tonight, leaving me all alone with nothing but my inanimate duvet. How sad... though it does mean I can get my work done without interruption; "Why at you typing at this hour? I can't sleep with that noise!".
Can you believe it? I've got a literature survey due in on the last day of term! It's a crime... I'd been invited to a barbecue by the old Big Band President today (well, yesterday now) too. Shame, that; I probably won't see her tomorrow - apparently College are turfing people out early. Suckers! I get to stick around, on my lonesome, until the 4th. Whee! Home, and then to work on the 5th. Whee...
Before that, though, to work with the Seventh! I can feel the second movement wrapping itself around me like, well, a warm duvet.
Ah, the Sixth has bowed out and the Seventh has sidled in.
Literature Surveys are so dull! If it were real literature, then I wouldn't mind. Would my supervisor mind if I submitted a survey on Iain M. Banks' Culture series? Probably... if only my dissertation were on orbitals.
My dissertation is really about self-assembling structures. Now, they're pretty cool things - DNA and molecules self-assemble, and the methods they use are employed in nanoscale self-assembly. My task is to write a toolkit to simulate and visualise self-assembly algorithmically. Yes, it is as exciting as it sounds (oh? You were being sarcastic? That hurts...).
It's a mistake having all of my PDFs in one folder... pause the Seventh for a moment, and conduct along to Tank! using the score. Can't wait to play it in Big Band next year! As the newly elected President (well, I say elected - the last President thrust it upon me... she may be a nice girl, but that was cruel. Oh, how they shall suffer under my iron fist! Muahaha), I'm in charge of what my College Big Band does for the next year. How quaint.
Back to the Seventh.
Just over a week before I see my cats again - now they make a nice substitution for a duvet. Me mam decided to buy some chickens, recently. Haven't seen them yet, but I doubt they'd make a good duvet. I wonder how many chickens it would take to make a duvet?
Strange word, duvet. Strange name for a French lass, too... "Late for work? Wrapped up in your duvet, eh? Strange name for a French lass, that!".
Can't say I've ever had a fleshy duvet... I find it hard enough to move with just one cat sprawled out next to me (or on my chest... what a horrible feeling to wake up with a dead weight on your chest! A purring one, at that) - it would be even worse with two of us in a single bed.
Must get a bigger bed.
But a bigger bed means a bigger duvet - I like my duvet. Even older than I am, you know. It used to live above the Airing Cupboard before it was liberated and put to work.
Must get back to work, too. The housemates are all sleeping at their girlfriend's houses tonight, leaving me all alone with nothing but my inanimate duvet. How sad... though it does mean I can get my work done without interruption; "Why at you typing at this hour? I can't sleep with that noise!".
Can you believe it? I've got a literature survey due in on the last day of term! It's a crime... I'd been invited to a barbecue by the old Big Band President today (well, yesterday now) too. Shame, that; I probably won't see her tomorrow - apparently College are turfing people out early. Suckers! I get to stick around, on my lonesome, until the 4th. Whee! Home, and then to work on the 5th. Whee...
Before that, though, to work with the Seventh! I can feel the second movement wrapping itself around me like, well, a warm duvet.
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