Well, this day threw a few
curve balls at me (nothing
major, merely things that upset the general
drudgery of my
daily life).
To start with, it seemed that
time was not behaving itself, this shall not be mentioned again until I can form some kind of
concrete evidence that I wasn't just
hallucinating or until I get a new
watch.
I also encountered some kind of '
mega-borging', that lasted
nigh on two hours (although apparently this is
no record, with borgings lasting days in some cases).
An interesting side effect of which appeared to be
immunity to further borgings.
I did not have the time
nor the inclination to
test this theory, and hopefully will avoid such a situation in the
future.
Perhaps the most
disruptive occurrence of the day was a new
fear.
I got in the
lift, as usual for every morning, and it was not long before I noticed slight
difficulty breathing.
This concerned me. I've never been
truly comfortable in a lift, but it couldn't be the
onset of
claustrophobia - I have little to no trouble with
crowds of people seemingly intent on
crushing me to death, or with
enclosed spaces.
So I thought to myself, why should I have trouble now,
when I'm trapped in a poorly ventilated metallic coffin, suspended only by thin cables of metal which could succumb to the stress laid upon them at any moment?
I'm not sure, but I'm fairly certain people noticed my haste as I left the
elevator prematurely and hurriedly.
I've only taken the lifts from the
basement since then (no other way up), though I'm sure the extra
stair climbing is doing me some good. But I really must wonder, does walking burn more
calories than
cold fear?
Update
It's been nearly a month, and I'm relatively over my new fear.
The only problem I had was when I decided to bite the bullet and save time going up a few floors. I'm convinced the sadist who got on after me knew I wasn't exactly relaxed and asked "Room for one more?"
Not exactly the kind of thing to put you at ease.