| March 23rd, 2009 |
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I keep meaning to write about something I saw the other week. Every time I see a peacock I'm reminded. (As UWA students and graduates will be aware, "every time I see a peacock" is actually "almost every day".)
My History course has two lectures in a row on a Monday morning. Between lectures we get a short break. On one of these breaks, I went outside for fresh air and to stretch my legs, and stood on the walkway overlooking the grassy courtyard in Arts.
Three students were sitting there, one eating. (At any time of day at UWA, you will find someone eating.)
And, giving every appearance of preparing to attack, a peacock and two peahens were walking a tight circle around them, staring at them (and possibly at the one student's sandwich.)
All three of them looked rather disconcerted, but the one with the sandwich, especially, looked freaked as the Attack Peafowl circled.
I realised two things:
1) Hostile peafowl are kind of hilarious.
2) There's a special kind of terror, nigh-hysterical but only with the mixture of fear and laughter, in being menaced by a creature you know you can easily fend off, but would feel deeply guilty about harming in any way (and would probably fear great censure from others for hurting; it's taken as a given around here that one Does Not Interfere With The Peafowl).Current Music: Aphex Twin - Nannou Current Mood:  stressed Current Location: Reid Library
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I have an assignment to do by tomorrow midday. For various reasons, I couldn't/didn't get it started until this evening, and I'm having to work on it.
By this time of night I'm unmedicated.
I have no idea how the hell I ever managed things before. This is so hard.
Things which have been intolerable distractions:
- Other people. I'm hiding in my bedroom now.
- The awareness that I had laundry on the rack across the room.
- My shirt touching my skin. I've had to change out of it.
- ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING.
Fortunately, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) velithya thought of a plan that lets me get through this with sanity intact, and I'm going to get it done, and then for the rest of this semester I will be getting my work done during my Medicated Time, oh hell yes.
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