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A little less than a happy high
Sailor on the Seas of Fate
I traveled through time again this morning. When I left the house (the first time), I swear that my clock read a little past 8:30. I anticipated being a little late, but my boss and überboss rarely arrive before 9:30 themselves, so I figured I’d be fine. I threw on my coat, walked to the bus stop at Medford Hillside (which is two stops beyond the one closest to me), and then realized that I’d managed to leave without grabbing my T-Pass and wallet.

Nothing to be done. I had to walk home again.

Get there. Grab essentials. Take a look at the clock and read 9:15. I’ve stepped from the realm of “adjusted schedule” into the genuinely late. Now I’m grumpy and feeling as though the gods are angry for some reason. I’ve a meeting I need to go to, so I can’t very well throw my hands up and claim a mental health day. Back out the door. Catch the bus. Head to Davis.

The bus and train are oddly crowded considering the time, and there were far too many people exhibiting signs of feeling too self-important to move out of the doorways and into the train so that everyone could board. This, of course, only improved my mood.

I let myself zone out until I hit Park Street, got up to street and checked the big clock above the station. It read a couple of minutes before 9:00. At first I don’t believe it, but as one public clock after another boasted a pre-9 fix, I give in to the consensus reality. I suppose it was my reward for forging ahead while the powers that be tossed me around for their amusement. Alternatively, I was so groggy this morning that I managed to misread every clock I saw until I had been up for several hours.

I think I like the more mystical explanation best, but I know there are realists amongst you.

Addendum: A- just walked into my office (10:15) and reported having a weird temporal interaction this morning as well. (She apparently lost time.) It’s spreading. You have been warned.

Current Mood: groggy groggy

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alex_victory From: alex_victory Date: November 19th, 2002 09:39 am (UTC) (Link)
I blame myself.
komos From: komos Date: November 19th, 2002 11:45 am (UTC) (Link)

Bad Pariah! No Biscuit!

It's about time you stop summoning up Elder Gods in the evenings. You know that that way leads the paths of madness...
alex_victory From: alex_victory Date: November 19th, 2002 11:55 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Bad Pariah! No Biscuit!

It's not a conscious thing, really. Just whereever I go, things start getting weird. The longer I stay, the weirder they get. When I leave, reality begins to reassert itself.

It's for this reason that reality likes trying to hurt me, because I mess with it and it can't stop me.

A while ago I declared a War Against Reality, because Reality will kill me if I don't stop it. It'll kill us all.

The War has made little progress.
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