Hangovers are not fun. Even if they're intellectual as opposed to alcohol-related. Additionally, the night before the intellectual sort occurs, you can't sleep.
Therefore, when simply too much is running through my head for my brain to handle, I will simply list all my thoughts here. This won't prevent the hangover, although maybe it'll let me sleep a little easier.
#1337*
1.
ISSUE: The events of 17-18 Jan. A huge sub-list could follow.
THOUGHTS: Unpleasant, but perhaps necessary. Sorting out needed.
RESOLUTION: Évariste écrit. J'attends.
2.
ISSUE: How to deal with incidents such as those of 17-18 Jan.
THOUGHTS: It's working, but not "optimally". At least it's not like with Perscheux.
RESOLUTION: Explicit requests for help or specification; spontaneity exercises. The latter could also help with parly.
3.
ISSUE: Internship application essays.
THOUGHTS: I told my teachers I'd submit the IRIS application by the "end of this weekend". Shit.
RESOLUTION: I had better finish it in the next 24 hours.
4.
ISSUE: É = {2, 3, 4, ...} S = {1, 2}
THOUGHTS: There is one number at the intersection of the two sets. However, I only included 2 in my set to look slightly less extreme. Cue nervous laughter.
RESOLUTION: Maybe I am thinking way too far ahead, i.e. being pretentious.
And here follow some things that are running through my head but are not really issues to be resolved:
5. Spontaneity -> Ron Paul -> abortion -> anti-choice** libertarians -> definition of life -> certain accidents. Cue unrestrained laughter.
6. Redefining religion, theism, and atheism.
* The index begins at #1337 because this is obviously not the first intellectual hangover I have had, and because 1337 is, even more obviously, the coolest number ever.
** I have officially renounced the use of the term "pro-life". Who the hell is anti-life? On the other hand, who is anti-choice? Ah, now there we have a set whose members extend beyond the emo crowd.
And now since I'm on a bit of a rant...
Libre
de choisir sa vie
sans un anathème
sans un interdit
Libre
sans dieu ni patrie***
avec pour seul baptême
celui de l'eau de pluie
*** Sorry, O great lyric writers of Notre Dame de Paris. I've uncaplitalised these words. As is fitting.
**** 1337 bonus points for anyone besides Évariste who can understand what the hell I am talking about.
***** I am very well aware that "****" and "*****" were not referenced in the main text.
****** Yes, I will stop taking drugs and go to sleep now.
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