One Hundred and Fifty-Three

Ah well.

And: it’s now of all times I’m reminded how much I love writing, and how little opportunity I take to write. I say, “of all times” because it’s a quarter to four.

Ah well.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s four months since I posted here last. I’d check, but I’m busy. Writing.

Ah well.

I started my essay again a week or so ago. Information Theory has far too much probability in it for my liking. By which I mean it has probability in it. The new essay- Lambda Calculus- is technically Computer Science. Really, really abstract Computer Science.

Ah well.

I shot a man in Reno. Just to watch him die.

Ah well.

Vera’s hard disk came slightly dislodged from the SATA connector. She first tried to boot from the network. Upon realising there was no network, she gave in.

“No operating system”, she sulked.

Reboot and device menu and the two entries thereon were “CD” and “Network”.

I exclaimed words to the effect of “Testicles”. I then spent an hour searching for a screwdriver.

I tried a sharp knife.

It couldn’t cut it.

I stabbed my future self for even considering that pun. Then my past self for begetting my future self.

The whole mess is currently resolving itself by sitting quietly in a corner and thinking about daisies. At least, it will be. That is to say: it never will have.

Ah well.

I love writing.

Ah well.