Well, not my best day ever. Nothing particularly bad happened. I'm just a bit overwhelmed with the same muddy grey residue that covers the whole city: fuck off, winter. We've had enough. Not having figured this year's vacation out yet is sort of doing my head in, a little bit. So now I'm sitting at home in my pajamas listening to porno music (it's excellent) and banging out journal and blog entries on my completely self-destructing 10-year-old PC. Molly the Macbook is with my ladyfriend tonight. Which makes me happy.

I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome Ceres and Eris to the solar system, since apparently Blythwood Public School never saw fucking fit to tell me they were out there. If I am to continue to call Pluto a planet (and I must!) then they, too, must be part of the gang. Sigh. Which goes where?

It's sort of amazing, isn't it? One day, Science can just wake up and say "nah, we're going a different way with this." What will they do when we realize that all of these cosmological bodies are just giant germs? I'm thinking a bit too much about biological entities in deep space, lately. I blame the bad dreams. I need to eat better, and learn to relax. And make more lists; they calm me.