Girls

As had long been suspected by me (and many others I imagine), the infamous lost entries are, indeed, lost entries and are never coming home to roost again. This is, of course, absolutely tragic news in every way. All those long hours of RFIM study, forever sucked into the abyss of nothingness. Scientific work that had yet to be fully appreciated, completely destroyed. It’s a good thing Einstein didn’t write his Theory of Gravitational Invariants on OD, no?

Still, there’s no need in crying over lost milk; we must move on. And move on we shall. For there are many other items of diary interest to be discussed.

The most notable of these interests are the flurry of recent suggestions that I should think about getting myself a girlfriend. Very discriminatory language used there, no? Getting myself a girlfriend? As if girls were nothing more than slaves to be bartered around. Terrible, really. I’m embarrassed for you.

Of course, through my experiences, I have discovered that girls are not at all slaves, but, rather, nuisances, and ones that aren’t worth bothering with the vast majority of the time. Just think, if I had a girlfriend, would I have time to conduct my RFIM research? No, of course, not. In fact, it’s likely that this girlfriend of mine would develop some sort of jealousy towards RFIM’s (the very thought, JEALOUSY towards RFIM’s) and demand that I immediately halt all research, in exchange for watching Love Actually for the 10th time this week. And, really, I don’t want to put myself through that.

Still, I suppose the laws of nature suggest that a woman exists who will, indeed, win my heart over eventually. Either that or I will die old and ornery. We can only hope for the latter.