String theory is scary. The thought that there are a nearly infinite number of little strings vibrating simultaneously in eleven (or more) dimensions is fucking weird. And that we are all of us composed of this matter is weirder still. Beyond that my mind is mellowed and life goes on even though fights break out occasionally. This is not a Palestinian Liberation sort of thing only like the pain of athlete's foot or arthritis at worst. So, the dangers of vibrating shit aside, I am believed happy, and more importantly, for the first time in a while by me.
In other news: Allison has Nair'ed herself silly and is smooth as a result. Love.
That is all. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
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