Dark Mutter

So yeah, I was reading New Scientist yesterday, and there was this thing about Dark Energy. There's always something about Dark Energy, it's kinda the shit which keeps physics ticking over these days. Anyhow, there was a thing talking about the way in which maybe gravity itself is tearing the universe apart. Sounds funny, but there's a vague feeling that tension actually produces antigravity. Well, it's not a vague feeling, it's true. The point is that maybe when you get two things far enough apart, and they're exerting a gravitational pull on each other, they actually start repelling each other instead of attracting each other. Kinda like when you don't see your bird for a bit in another country, and you get sick of the whole idea of it.

Anyway, it turns out that alcohol can produce the same sort of effects. At least, that's what appears to have happened to my head overnight. Galaxies of grey matter, cosmos of cortex are now tearing themselves apart at accelerating velocities. The thought of vomiting makes me want to vomit and the thought of thinking makes me want to . well, I tried to come up with something just then and just about spewed. So let's assume you've come to grips with this particular metaphor.

Anyway, caught up with Hanna, my Finnish buddy last night. We wanted to go to the Nordic Bar and have reindeer, but I called them and they don't serve reindeer.

"Do you mean do we serve the meat?"
"No, I want to bring my reindeer in and you can serve it in a doggie bowl."
[laughter]

So anyway, she's good. She can still bloody put away as much alcohol as I can, despite being literally half my size. Freakish girl.

Anyhow, Jon Haagh has appeared this morning. He's going to be staying with me for a week or two, while he gets on his feet in London. He's already got work, so he's just waiting to get enough dosh together to get a swinging love pad of his own.

I also got my balance of my student loan today. it's not as bad as it could have been - in fact, it's almost exactly what I guessed. So let's see if I can actually get my shit together enough to start paying it off.

That's all, kids. Pray for me and my head.