Of Mice and Men

They're back.
Tiny feet scuttling around in the dark. Chittering sounds made in that excited, conspiratorial tone that only the small and very ambitious have(Napoleon?). I could sense it even before I saw one devouring my copy of Machiavelli's Prince. Plans of world dominion were afoot, and my home was the all important academic research centre (that serves snacks, courtesy the Picky Peke who enjoys strewing the house with rejected Marie biscuits).

The other day, I tottered into the bathroom at 3:30 a.m. to find one of them enjoying an early morning swim in the "comfort station". I'm ashamed to admit it, but I yelped.
Ma appeared like Magic. Hair all over the place, pillow creases encoded on her cheeks, but still coldly and unfalteringly logical. She flushed.
The mouse, stunned that his serene dip had now turned into a minor cyclone, was chittering more furiously than ever. She flushed again.

I did rescue the swimmer with a toilet brush, but this can't go on.

"But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!"




Little did Robert Burns know how much I've been "guessing and fearing" all day. I have to face an interview to apply for my M.A. tomorrow. Philosophy interviews, especially with Dr. Tankha are as unpredictable as those temperamental zen masters. there is no way to prepare yourself for the onslaught. I could be asked anything from "What is a synthetic a priori proposition" to "Would you let Schrodinger meet your cat?". The past three years seem to have been wiped clean off my mind.
Eh.
I'd better go to sleep now, lest I appear to be even more like a drooly idiot tomorrow.



P.S. WTF is This??? hahahaha
excuse me, I'm Hysterical.