the Dalaverse

Man, I officially fail at Tuesday. Thought it would be great to start riding my bike to the lab, without checking the weather and noting that it's supposed to rain. All day. Like it has been since 10:00. So I rode my bike to Methods, then decided to just come back to WC, both because it was raining and because the seat on the bike, which I've had since oh, fifth grade, gives me bruises. I'll ask Daddy to get me a seat cover/cushion, but until then: Fuck you, bike! You don't even get a name!

And then, because I was home and it was raining and I was so, so tired for whatever reason, I took a nap instead of putting in 1.5 lab hours. And I'm already behind. And it was too long a nap so now I don't even feel rested.

Tuesday: 3. Dala: 0.

Gahhh. I am going to stop by the campus center for cider on my way to the lab, and tonight I'm going to veg out in front of GG and VM, and until then I will just have to get through everything else.

This song, btw? "Set Fire to the Third Bar" by Snow Patrol featuring Martha Wainwright? Is the Sparrington song to end all Sparrington songs. I have been meaning to tell y'all this for weeks now. I'll upload it if anybody wants, when I get home tonight. LOOK:

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold gound
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms


Am I right? Eh?