quickie V
after a rather continuous streak of good luck over the years (in fact, almost all my life - though maybe it's just low expectations), it takes quite some time for the cold hard truth to sink in when you suddenly find yourself, after rolling steadily with the blows in the almost childlike belief that things will definitely turn out ok ultimately, with no more room to manoeuvre, where the locus of possibilities have all but coalesced into the one which you optimistically dismissed as being the unlikely Worst Case Scenario.
so despite my earlier fantasies of a final, frentic, heroic showdown in the lab, the fyp machine remains stuck at customs, and the detached black humour of the situation is quickly giving way to dread and a dull throbbing panic. my parents are being really great about the New Worst Case Scenario though, and for that i am grateful.