Plato’s tyrant is 729 times happier than his king, and in 26 hours, I will be 729 times happier than I am now.

I should not have slept until 11:30.

Thing is, you seem to want me to agree with your terribly misguided opinion of what must be the intention behind everything I say.

Most likely, that’s just a reflection on yourself by yourself.

Because I do not consider myself superior, I do not consider you and asshole, I am neither apathetic, nor detached.

If I had to accuse myself of a crime, I would have to say that at times I say things rather explicitely, and yet simultaneously vaguely.

My attempts to reword or to say things “more humbly” are only meant to clarify, because my intended meaning never seems to come through.

I guess my only action can be to try to be less equivocal.

Or less bitter?

Probably.

Hm, well since the name Chris expands to Christopher…

Yer second. Happy? :-p

I have the whole arrangement by length thing going on.
Longest to shortest was just most aesthetically pleasing.

If I could put all of the links in the same spot, I’d do it.

ACTUALLY…

I CAN.

But that would be just a little bit… silly?

Like me.
GO TO BED CANDICE
GO TO BED IMMEDIATELY
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Tomorrow I get to replace the current contents of my brain (what’s left of “The Visual Arts: A History”) with “Art of the 20th Century”

The pain… oh, the pain.

I was coming back, damn you Jesse.
Okay, nevermind, but I still can’t sleep.

And now that I’ve just realized my trial version of WS_FTP is expired, I will NOT sleep until I fix it.

I hate computers.
I hate that I can see my computer from my bed.
It taunts me.

I can actually see the sky tonight…

And all the good stars are southish, so I can see them from the window.

Sirius, Betelgeuse, Rigel, Aldebaran, Capella, Regulus…

But also… Saturn, Jupiter, and the moon.

Back to looking out the window…
I missed the sky.

Toronto needs more damn sky.
The buildings are pretty, especially on such a clear night, but…

I haven’t seen Ursa Minor nor Ursa Major
in much, much too long.
Sheesh.

If I were a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher’s Lizards.

I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people.

Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Blah Blah Blah

running out of dumb things to put in sidebar

blah

i’ll have to go take some more tests or something

or join some webrings

either that or study…

I don’t know why I did this.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…

The Doom is upon me…