Frightening curves
Mar. 17th, 2004 10:43 amIf anyone wants to celebrate St Oirish day with a potato,
insecuregoddess has some spare.
Mmmm, mashed potato...
Mmmm, Nigella Lawson....
Less delectably, last night I found myself beset out of nowhere with the worst fever I've had in years. And the associated dream, as ever, was dominated by fever geometries. Why is it that whenever I'm burning up my head is always trying to align points on some multi-dimensional graph? And more to the point, why in high Hades did last night's points all have something obscure to do with Luxembourg?
Mmmm, mashed potato...
Mmmm, Nigella Lawson....
Less delectably, last night I found myself beset out of nowhere with the worst fever I've had in years. And the associated dream, as ever, was dominated by fever geometries. Why is it that whenever I'm burning up my head is always trying to align points on some multi-dimensional graph? And more to the point, why in high Hades did last night's points all have something obscure to do with Luxembourg?