Hold me underwater, not afraid of drowning

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.

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[flemmings]

My mother's law prof, don't ask me why, rendered forsan et haec olim as 'cheer up, chum, it can always get worse'- an interpretation no one else backs but that appeals to the Eeyore in me.

[sovay]

My mother's law prof, don't ask me why, rendered forsan et haec olim as 'cheer up, chum, it can always get worse'- an interpretation no one else backs but that appeals to the Eeyore in me.

My high school Latin teacher used to quote it in reference to high school, which I think had something of the same flavor.