long division

Done. No more. I'm not putting up with my mp3 player losing songs at random anymore. It's way too much of a pain in the ass to figure out which six songs out of 4000 are missing. New one has been ordered.

New hours are odd. Better than the old ones, however.

"New" car coming eventually. I am pleased. Enough so that I'm willing to make myself sound like a pompous ass of a ruler. Perhaps if the interior smells strongly enough of vanilla I might stave off the destruction of the world for a year or so.

I probably had other things to say, but I can't seem to remember what they may have been. Oh well.

float on

Getting too absorbed in things again. Time to back off.

Kharma's attempting to balance out. Or at least get close. I'd explain more, but I'm really too tired, and it's not a big deal anyways. As it is kharma's been heavily in my favor for quite a while now.

Missing some people, becoming detached from others. Such is the way of things.

One wonders if art dependent on currently-improving technology will still be considered as such in a few centuries. What happens when nostalgia no longer applies?

One wonders how much staying power anything has in our current society. If it's worth it to try and stay in the know when the know is too busy to remember more than the last twenty minutes. How important long-term memories are in a world where you can tell them to anybody while they're still short-term. How many will realize their importance.

One wonders if we'll ever evolve into a species that hibernates. Jesus hell I'm tired.