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May. 8th, 2003 12:20 amWhile I did research about the plague in the Middle Ages, I suddenly noticed my lymph glands were swollen, and I got a fever and felt miserable and very unamused to match the symptoms of a fatal disease which was extremely contagious - not to a degree where you could get it from reading about it, but then, who knows? Mutation happens all the time...
Now, it's witchcraft persecution. I had read about one of the easiest ways to become a suspect: be female, be a spinster or widow, and then talk about potential misfortune that later comes true. The library is right under the roof, which does not exactly make it a pleasant place to be in hot or cold weather, and so I decided to take a break and get something to drink. On my way back, I stepped into the elevator with four others, and when we all simultaneously complained about the sweaty, consumed air inside, I switched on the ventilation. It sounded like a hamster running in an empty can, and when someone remarked something about the whole thing not sounding very reliable, I told him about the one time the elevator got stuck a mere 15 inches below the 3rd floor and I was in there with a few panicking Chinese girls.
As soon as I finished, the thing... stopped. 15 inches below the 3rd floor.
AAAARGH! Good thing that 300 years have passed or I might already be on my way to the stakes.
[Also irritating: we had to wait in there for about 10 minutes until it was fixed. It was insanely hot, we were bathed in sweat, but everyone was quite relaxed. One of the guys was actually quite cute. I had never seen him before, and while we joked around about possible ways to escape, I caught myself thinking that maybe there was hope, and there were interesting males around. The same evening, I ran into him again... in the company of his girlfriend. We were at a friend's place, and the four of us spent a few hours talking and drinking wine, and he was as nice as I'd thought. Great. How déjà-vu... it's getting old.]
Now, it's witchcraft persecution. I had read about one of the easiest ways to become a suspect: be female, be a spinster or widow, and then talk about potential misfortune that later comes true. The library is right under the roof, which does not exactly make it a pleasant place to be in hot or cold weather, and so I decided to take a break and get something to drink. On my way back, I stepped into the elevator with four others, and when we all simultaneously complained about the sweaty, consumed air inside, I switched on the ventilation. It sounded like a hamster running in an empty can, and when someone remarked something about the whole thing not sounding very reliable, I told him about the one time the elevator got stuck a mere 15 inches below the 3rd floor and I was in there with a few panicking Chinese girls.
As soon as I finished, the thing... stopped. 15 inches below the 3rd floor.
AAAARGH! Good thing that 300 years have passed or I might already be on my way to the stakes.
[Also irritating: we had to wait in there for about 10 minutes until it was fixed. It was insanely hot, we were bathed in sweat, but everyone was quite relaxed. One of the guys was actually quite cute. I had never seen him before, and while we joked around about possible ways to escape, I caught myself thinking that maybe there was hope, and there were interesting males around. The same evening, I ran into him again... in the company of his girlfriend. We were at a friend's place, and the four of us spent a few hours talking and drinking wine, and he was as nice as I'd thought. Great. How déjà-vu... it's getting old.]
