I suspect that the new year is beckoning deep reflection.
So- since the last post. Hrm. I have lost two inches of body fat from my belly... and gained it in my thighs. I have dropped a pants size and I think I want to adopt a baby girl from China and am struggling to figure out if adoption of that kind is only open to people with significant fundage. How long would it take me to save up for the mandatory two weeks it takes to pick up my child? Would I be the only one on board for something like that?
Do I suspect that we do not have a totally cohesive agenda only when he is working hours on par with insanity? I am secretly frightened that TV and movies are all we will do forever.
Is Asperberger's the next step in human evolution?
Is my creativity slowly leaking from my being everytime I watch a reality TV show? Is that the price?
Luckily none of this has to makes sense and, in fact won't, even to me in a few days, or weeks... Scientifically speaking even "no result" is a result. A data set that can be calculated in the myriad of permutations of an experiment. No measurable change is still a result. On to the next permutation. Not ready to prove or disprove the entire hypothesis- nor to abandon it.
