I just looked up the lyrics to Toxic so that I could sing them the next time it comes on. Fuck. I'm so lame. How great is the dragon naturally speaking idea? You silly bastards that read this blog are in for a real fucking treat. I have decided to use this space as a "high journal." I find myself unable to keep still and not sing/talk upon getting high. Though I don't plan to smoke much for the next two months, I am going to transcribe evenings of vented neural excitement on to these pages. Not for you, mind you. Just because I think it will be funny. But truthfully, you know how people say, "I listen to my high talk the next day and it doesn't make any sense"? I find I do some of my best thinking after smoking. I organized today's section on victor frankl / meaning / goal oriented rationality / bias in science last night while passing out. It was one of the best sections I ever did.