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Ah, so good to be able to update this again. You see, I haven't been able to update my livejournal because I've been a prisoner of zombie ninja pod people from Michigan for the last few weeks. It was horrible. So horrible, in fact, that I refuse to speak of it further.
It was mighty toasty out today. Big change from the ice and glaciers we've had lately. It was strange to be swapping the climate control knob in my car over to cool after just using it for heat on Sunday.
Driving is really odd. I mean, obviously one needs to pay attention to other drivers, road signs, suicidal deer, and whatnot, but it just doesn't occupy all of one's brain. It's a 40-minute drive back home from Worcester where my girlfriend lives, and I'm usually coming home late enough that very few other people are on the road. That means there's even less to occupy my brain, because I don't have to worry about the guy next to me suddenly careening into me for no good reason. At least, for some parts of the trip I don't have to, because no one else is even on the road with me.
So I think about weird stuff. I get these crazy ideas, and I often wish that I had a tape recorder or something with me so I could record them, listen to them later, realize that I'm insane, and get myself committed to an asylum before I invent a machine that will turn all of the hydrogen in the sun into toothpaste and destroy the solar system or something. These are the things that I worry about at 2:00 AM on a deserted highway.
Anyway, the late/early hour is really starting to hit me, so I'd better get to sleep so I can be awake for tomorrow while I work on my machine designed to send telepathic messages to plankton.
It was mighty toasty out today. Big change from the ice and glaciers we've had lately. It was strange to be swapping the climate control knob in my car over to cool after just using it for heat on Sunday.
Driving is really odd. I mean, obviously one needs to pay attention to other drivers, road signs, suicidal deer, and whatnot, but it just doesn't occupy all of one's brain. It's a 40-minute drive back home from Worcester where my girlfriend lives, and I'm usually coming home late enough that very few other people are on the road. That means there's even less to occupy my brain, because I don't have to worry about the guy next to me suddenly careening into me for no good reason. At least, for some parts of the trip I don't have to, because no one else is even on the road with me.
So I think about weird stuff. I get these crazy ideas, and I often wish that I had a tape recorder or something with me so I could record them, listen to them later, realize that I'm insane, and get myself committed to an asylum before I invent a machine that will turn all of the hydrogen in the sun into toothpaste and destroy the solar system or something. These are the things that I worry about at 2:00 AM on a deserted highway.
Anyway, the late/early hour is really starting to hit me, so I'd better get to sleep so I can be awake for tomorrow while I work on my machine designed to send telepathic messages to plankton.
