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Aug. 5th, 2006 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elizabethBad, bad, bad day. Raining horribly and everyone was snappish and I think my brain is getting broken again (and I'm panicking over that; I'm not home and my therapist is on maternity leave anyway and I have a month before I can use Barnard's resources and I cannot cannot cannot go back to school broken like this and I can't cry on anyone's shoulder and I realize this is panic but I am horribly alone) and the excursion of the day was horrible and did I mention it's fucking cold and raining?
There was a street fair outside the hotel, along the river, early, and they were selling junk and kitsch, like a collection of garage sales -- and did I mention raining and cold and Luzern is, by the way, a German-speaking city and I don't want to learn German (this likely has to do with the broken brain, of course) and wah.
We went to the Historical Museum today which oh christ I hope that's not what survives for the aliens to find. It's basically just cluttered detritus of the last few hundred years, jammed into dimly lit cases every which way, and when you come in, they give you a little...scanner. A laser scanner, and the exhibits have bar-codes on them, and you beep the bar-code with your scanner and a little caption comes up on the scanner's screen.
Like, seven distinct flavors of wtf.
And then I went off on my own and wandered and watched the river and finished reading Madame Bovary and took a bath and sulked.
There was a street fair outside the hotel, along the river, early, and they were selling junk and kitsch, like a collection of garage sales -- and did I mention raining and cold and Luzern is, by the way, a German-speaking city and I don't want to learn German (this likely has to do with the broken brain, of course) and wah.
We went to the Historical Museum today which oh christ I hope that's not what survives for the aliens to find. It's basically just cluttered detritus of the last few hundred years, jammed into dimly lit cases every which way, and when you come in, they give you a little...scanner. A laser scanner, and the exhibits have bar-codes on them, and you beep the bar-code with your scanner and a little caption comes up on the scanner's screen.
Like, seven distinct flavors of wtf.
And then I went off on my own and wandered and watched the river and finished reading Madame Bovary and took a bath and sulked.
Reposted from LJ, 20 March 2009
