Narrative in everyday living

Resolution #2: I will allow fewer people to harm me.

It looks like someone has stolen my key. Possibly. Or possibly I'm just an idiot and left it sitting somewhere. Or maybe both - I left it sitting somewhere, and someone said, "Oh, this is her key! I should destroy this and screw her over!"

How cute of them.

In other news, I wound up relating The Persistence of Memory (the short story, not the painting) to L the other day. She thought the idea was cool and interesting, which I more or less expected, and made an intriguing comment about the analogy between Gray's experience and time travel.

I should show her a copy of that story. I should also show one to G. He would love the pretentiousness of the whole thing, the alleged artsiness and the overblown symbolism (ooh! it's a clock! how original!). He would also probably like the story on its non-presentational merits. And, hey, it is a cool story.

Their reactions to the whole story-behind-the-story would be interesting, too.

Na en... so tired. And the irony is, I feel like I could probably sleep tonight, but now I don't think I have *time* - I need to do something about my P4 homework and my E5 lab, both of which I was supposed to turn in today and didn't because I got sidetracked looking for my accursed key.

At least my profs are inexplicably understanding.