Wednesday 1 February 2012

I woke up this morning dreaming of schematics and the most efficient way to re-programme a version 5 electron folder to cause controllable Q-mount manipulation. What ever that means ? Not like my normal dreams of fucking and whipping the president spouse along Worthing's Sky Pier. I guess the pills are working, but I'm not sure I like the results.


I seem to be thinking differently today, it may be a side effect, though the Capricans assured us there were none.


That sense of fear and apprehension seems to be building again. Although I want to live beyond the heat death of the universe and fuck for a million years I .... wonder if .. this is the right thing to do. Isn't morality the past, and is the past not dead to us.


I think I'll go to the Gagatorium tonight for a triple sloppy special and snort some of those Pethenyle crystal. That'll sort my mind out. I have to get ready. I need this, surely. We need it ?