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So I just spent too much time updating my interests. Damn LiveJournal for the limit of 150. And how is it that I'm not the only LJ user interested in The Lords of Misrule (though since they've fallen apart I removed the interest), but am the only one interested in philosophy discussions, brain states, new vista high school, nonverbal ritual, ethnic religion, lying about, and gathering the magick?

And people interested in inventing obscure interests are 31338. (That's one more than eleet. We rock.)

In other news, I took a nap this evening. Waking up at quarter after 7 (after an hour sleep) I thought it was morning and wondered why my computer was playing music. My Eclectronica - Calm playlist rules.

Thinking, not sleeping

Fear of flying is actually fear of falling. Nobody minds hurtling through the air; they're just worried about an improper landing. This makes evolutionary sense. And it's not the fall that kills you, it's the landing.