I am so fucking angry today.
Even with a sleeping pill I didn’t sleep last night.
I mean, I went to sleep alright to start with, but then Hugh’s coughing woke me up around 1 O’clock, and sleeping pill notwithstanding, that was the end of what I had hoped might be a peaceful night’s sleep.
He’s still coughing now, and it’s pissing me off.
That’s telling how sane and logical I am right now, doesn’t it?
I know the plot. And a worse ending to a beautiful life could not have been written.
I am a writer, I should have written this story, and it would not have ended like this.
I lay the blame fair and square on NYU!
When Andrew entered the library in the predawn hours of November 3, 2009, someone was asleep on the job. Or, someone wasn’t on the job.
Before the Madoff’s induced budget cuts, NYU had an officer patrolling the library. After the budget cuts, however, that one officer became responsible for patrolling two buildings at the same time.
Quite likely with the books balanced, NYU’s brilliant administrators didn’t think that, guess what, you fucking idiots, unless you are God, you can’t be in two places at once !
But today is today, and tomorrow hasn’t come.
Andrew has still several hours left to live. And who knows, I might still figure out a way to intervene. And I have plenty of swearing I can do.
And a note of caution to anyone thinking of coming anywhere near me:
BETTER KEEP AWAY
AND IF YOU DO COME NEAR ME
DON’T SAY YOU HAVEN’T BEEN WARNED