So I went for a more thorough workout today, and it's pretty much disgusting how out of shape I am compared to where I was when I was actively involved in sports. Go figure. Oh well, just gotta keep working, even if this is the worst shape I've been in since like 6th grade. Maybe if I can get in some kind of good shape I can start selling self-help weightloss books. It's worked for a lot of people. Of course... "eat less exercise more" isn't about to sell a whole lot of books.

I watched "Domino" tonight, with Keira Knightly and Mickey Rourke. It's pretty brutal and confusing at times, but overall a good fun flick for people who like that kind of movie. Based off of true events too, which means some people live totally fucked up lives. As if we didn't know that.

I've been staying up too late ever since that car trip, waking up at 2 and not falling asleep before 6am. No good. But I honestly believe I'm naturally on a 25 hour sleep cycle - 16 hours awake, 9 asleep. Doesn't work with the earth's rotation and whatnot, but that's what I do in my experience if I'm left to my own devices totally. Apparently some famous mathematician was the same way, at least according to A Beautiful Mind (the book) which I'm reading. A lot of those math people have serious mental problems. After reading The Language Instinct I totally believe structure of the brain is such a huge part of who and what we are, maybe the kind of perfection/singleness of structure that allows one to do abstract maths at the highest level also makes you vulnerable to mental illness if anything gets out of whack. I'd believe it.

I've taken a lot of serious blows to the head, with at least one serious concussion (vomiting, passing out, not necessarily in that order). Luckily I'm not a math genius... but it makes me worry about the old noodle.