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Big hoopla theater-event is over, went rather well I dare say. But just after that I started commuting to the city of Gavle to do archivist internship at The County Government Board in the county of Gavleborg, and that's what I'm doing now, for yet another week.
When I sit and watch the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening from the train window, I contemplate if I'm gonna make it. I have been down in the old bombshell archives during daytime making registers of all the old material, either being saved or sorted out, it's work that needs to be done, and I don't mind doing it, they are quite under staffed, but I have made it clear that I want to learn their computerized archiving system too, and that's gonna happen next week. However, down in the old catacombs it is easy to contemplate existence in an overactive way.
Also it is easy to get lonely and tired, dusty and horny.
I had the urge to:
a) fuck (but the one I wanted was far away)
b)sleep (not possible on that floor, believe me!)
c)masturbate (I know how to spell it! opposed to half the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sextips list members...) but I didn't and won't, I am as always a good Seal.
d) take a bath, but that had to wait until I came home.
In the weekend I saw The Narc with friends, a police drama, a bit on the hard boiled side. And actually it was an archivist (represented only by a voice on the phone) that dug up all the evidence that helped the main character to solve the case. Sometimes it feels childishly gratifying to belong to a professional coterie. Yes, stupid, and besides, I'm not there yet.
Everything else has been about helping friends to pack things and move house. Last Wednesday, yesterday, the past weekend, and finally this coming Sunday. Some things have been easier than expected, other hard. My body and mind are tired and I long for summer. I feel like Bilbo...like my butter has been spread too thinly on a too large piece of bread.
...hm..in my current condition that..almost sounds hot and sexy in a way..something I'm quite certain good old J.R.R never intended.
When I sit and watch the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening from the train window, I contemplate if I'm gonna make it. I have been down in the old bombshell archives during daytime making registers of all the old material, either being saved or sorted out, it's work that needs to be done, and I don't mind doing it, they are quite under staffed, but I have made it clear that I want to learn their computerized archiving system too, and that's gonna happen next week. However, down in the old catacombs it is easy to contemplate existence in an overactive way.
Also it is easy to get lonely and tired, dusty and horny.
I had the urge to:
a) fuck (but the one I wanted was far away)
b)sleep (not possible on that floor, believe me!)
c)masturbate (I know how to spell it! opposed to half the
sextips list members...) but I didn't and won't, I am as always a good Seal.d) take a bath, but that had to wait until I came home.
In the weekend I saw The Narc with friends, a police drama, a bit on the hard boiled side. And actually it was an archivist (represented only by a voice on the phone) that dug up all the evidence that helped the main character to solve the case. Sometimes it feels childishly gratifying to belong to a professional coterie. Yes, stupid, and besides, I'm not there yet.
Everything else has been about helping friends to pack things and move house. Last Wednesday, yesterday, the past weekend, and finally this coming Sunday. Some things have been easier than expected, other hard. My body and mind are tired and I long for summer. I feel like Bilbo...like my butter has been spread too thinly on a too large piece of bread.
...hm..in my current condition that..almost sounds hot and sexy in a way..something I'm quite certain good old J.R.R never intended.
