nullity in hindsight

The kind of calmness I experienced when I saw my exam results can be likened to that of a sedated psychiatric patient. In fact my entire semester was insulated by this half-awakeness to the point that after the exams I could not evaluate at all how I had performed. And for the first time at the conclusion stage, I have nullity to say about the semester in hindsight. Tis all good.

On the other hand, the downstair neighbour has a vibrating alarm which sends my floor shaking for half an hour in the morning. It's not funny when I type over a quiet breakfast coffee in bed. I closed my eyes and cursed him in silence. Die, you fool. Wait, don't be too harsh. I don't really mean die as drop dead, go to hell etc. Though to own a neighbour like that is the last thing I ask for, surely someone else enjoys his existence more than I do. So no, don't die. Vanish, disappear, evaporate if you must. (I often find this mental softening process beneficial to an apprentice at buddhism.) So whilst I was softening myself, this drive-me-nuts buzz still shook me floor and hijacked me writing process. I decided to take action. I picked up my glass jarful of colourful Sri Lanka-made cotton fish and shrimps and octopi and gave the floor a few resolute bangs. The alarm stopped.

So this is how a quiet day should start.