1:51 a.m. - 2002-09-04
last stretches
la la la, only a week till the end of this phase and then a few days in the middle before the beginning of the next one. the music rises as this juncture approaches. i hope i don't feel like a collapsing house of cards when it's time to hit the big curve and turn on the magnets. this foreign expedition has on the whole been a pretty decent sort of experience, but i grow weary; more importantly, all along in the background there has been the readying of the next phase. time stretches out into sometimes painful shapes when there is something looming ahead - it can bring forth a sense of impending doom, or a sense of oncoming bliss, or another sense entirely, a sort of empty and unaware one. i have come through the sense of impending doom but i am so far removed from the sense of oncoming bliss that it sometimes takes effort to remember that there is a world that awaits me and my loves on the 15th. that world has a very good chance of being a wonderful one. it has been difficult to see that sometimes, in the midst of all these things i've alluded to.
but it's not over yet.
by wednesday i need to have completed the final scroll - but the translation goes slowly. sometimes it seems like years take place between the acts. i have also been a bit lax this weekend, travelling mossy meters and visiting paris for two hours with one of my loves, plus the swede and his alibi. so tomorrow, monday, and tuesday will all be dominated by this scroll - the completion of which signals, nominally, my permission to step out from the clutches of jesus, elizabeth, and lawrence of arabia.
ah, but i forget - there is also the grand battle on tuesday! spirits of two deposed champions will be called forth to do battle. in the process, i think doctor jowls will finally be revealed for what he is. but it will demand more preparing, perhaps on monday morning, to make sure the swords are sharp and everyone knows their positions.
and then there is, at last, the prince. i believe that this time, he will have to come home with me. i hope he survives that ordeal - others have raised questions about his ability to withstand the power of the * deleted *.
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