Post: I'll put you here in Lj; For the sake of longevity and anyonymity---it's (more) for me, anyway
i.feel.crazy.. Last ([college] class) project of all time (for now) completed late-late last night... and maybe 3 hours of sleep? Dream of debate [at Kellogg Community College] with old friend [Travis Lavengood] about whether Earth is expanding or contracting; illumination from [tough but sweet female] security guard about the (shape of) shadows cast by galactic discs (when a [larger-than-the-disc] light source shines onto the disc) from various/different angles. . ..
[you keep itching like this post is imperfect/incomplete. well, let it be; you have to get ready for work.]
[no I mean it: stop coming back to this post... it's been edited enough... you have priorities, remember? priorities. Priorities! Dude, if you let some little itch on your right side set the stage for every little decision... look, you're not going to delete the post... okay, maybe you should... no: this is too good. Look at you talking to yourself.... it may look crazy, but it's kind of what journals are for -- "without the middle man" hah. Alright, I know I know: this isn't the elegant, happen-stance post you originally intended it to be... there's more reflection than source now -- but (the original expression [is itself a reflection of an event, and]) is not ruined; just expanded upon... like the light the shines a cone of radiance larger than the galactic disc -- large enough to make the disc's shadow look like a circle, or oval, or line ([? {that is, less of a line, and more of a really long oval... or maybe even a dumb bell, since there's more mass at the outer edge (assumed by unusually great particle speeds at the outer edge [you know, that fact that seems to have created the assumption of "dark matter', right?]) and... dammit, you're so zonked from lack of sleep, you're still writing this. stop! *he says outloud, but then realizes that by writing how he said "stop" out loud, he didn't actually stop as planned* ]).
[you keep itching like this post is imperfect/incomplete. well, let it be; you have to get ready for work.]
[no I mean it: stop coming back to this post... it's been edited enough... you have priorities, remember? priorities. Priorities! Dude, if you let some little itch on your right side set the stage for every little decision... look, you're not going to delete the post... okay, maybe you should... no: this is too good. Look at you talking to yourself.... it may look crazy, but it's kind of what journals are for -- "without the middle man" hah. Alright, I know I know: this isn't the elegant, happen-stance post you originally intended it to be... there's more reflection than source now -- but (the original expression [is itself a reflection of an event, and]) is not ruined; just expanded upon... like the light the shines a cone of radiance larger than the galactic disc -- large enough to make the disc's shadow look like a circle, or oval, or line ([? {that is, less of a line, and more of a really long oval... or maybe even a dumb bell, since there's more mass at the outer edge (assumed by unusually great particle speeds at the outer edge [you know, that fact that seems to have created the assumption of "dark matter', right?]) and... dammit, you're so zonked from lack of sleep, you're still writing this. stop! *he says outloud, but then realizes that by writing how he said "stop" out loud, he didn't actually stop as planned* ]).