I fell asleep around midnight, after a desert of icecrème and two squares of extra dark chocolate. I then awoke shortly after 7, my dreams were of tragedy and chaos. I dreamt again of my pets, my cats, Alexis and tiffany, and my dog Sirius. All dead, yet ever present in my subconscious. As a materialist I know they do not exist, in any way, anymore. So as I remarked at the time, the sensation of missing them is really a selfish desire to enjoy their company once again. This extends to all loss of loved ones, and no matter how baseless it is in the purview of reason, there it remains.
For breakfast I had tea and a breakfast shake. For lunch I had left over’s, for dinner salmon upon rice with salad. I also had an ale afterward.
The day was relatively uneventful, I was quite worn out from a week of constant studying, and as it was horribly cold out, I stayed in and rested. Remaining attentive to the news I saw the tragic plight of a Libyan woman, raped by 15 Gaddafi thugs and dragged off by the secret police, kicking and screaming in full view of the media she sought, not for protection, but to let the world know what had happened to her. I have no doubt, those slime sucking fascist thugs will torture her well past the breaking point, and then have her give a forced confession on state television, as Winston smith did at the end of 1984. She will accuse herself of all the crimes they claim she is guilty of and when it comes down to it, they can probably make her say anything they want. However I hold out hope that the righteous anger of the world will be unleashed upon Gaddafi, and as Brutus avenged lucretia when he drove out the last king of Rome, so too will the tyrant of Tripoli be driven from his homeland, never to return.
As Brutus said, “By this blood - most pure before the outrage wrought by the king's son - I swear, and you, O gods, I call to witness that I will drive hence Lucius Tarquinius Superbus, together with his cursed wife and his whole blood, with fire and sword and every means in my power, and I will not suffer them or any one else to reign in Rome.”
After dinner I undertook a bath that I quite enjoyed, amending my previous recpipy for salts I substituted starch for sucrose and found as I expected that it dissolved perfectly in the acetic acid and was considerably better. I also refined my measurements to narrow the ratio of reagents such that there were fewer unbound protons. My hapless sister of course thinks acetic acid is bad for the skin… because it smells bad. She of course doesn’t know that all acids stink, and critic acid, the thing she used, smells just as bad. Its also a much more complex organic acid, and more expensive. I think next I will try Potassium bitartrat in place of acetic acid.
I watched a documentary about Lucius Cornelius Chrysogonus, a freedman of Sulla who was tasked with overseeing the proscriptions, the reign of terror in Rome that left the equestrians living in terror of being dragged off in the night, never to be seen again. It was quite good and to be recommended, the title was, “a murder in Rome.”
I look forward to the premiere of bleach tonight, after that I will go to bed.
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