Why I like science:

    One explanation of entropy is the measure of disorder in a given system.  Let's take a gander at my life.  It has a very high level of entropy.  I'm not exactly sure what units to measure it in.  If I may borrow someone else's terminology, I'll use the unit of crap ton.  At present my life is coming in at about 73 crap tons of entropy. That's down from the last fall.  Then it was about 273 crap tons.  If you put that in terms of Kelvin, it is eerily close to absolute zero.  That is the point at which all motion stops. 

   I suppose that may have been good; i.e. the entropy would have ceased growing.  However, so would all other things.  I did have some good things occur too.  This was due to LeChatelier's Principle.  In a given system, the abrupt addition or subtraction of one aspect of life requires the opposing aspect to adjust.  You see everything remains at equilibrium.  Science dictates it.  Luckily, I subscribe heavily to science doctrines.  So every shit storm will be followed by a shower of rainbows produced by a farting unicorn; that is not science doctrine, but sunlight dispersion on rain droplets is boring. 

   Now that's the science behind the highs and lows of life.  Let's get to the nuts and bolts.  The bad things happened because of poor decisions on my part; mainly in the area of alcohol.  I am allergic to alcohol.  When I drink, I break out in those things on my forearm and wrists...what are they called?  They start with an "H"?  Oh yeah!  Handcuffs.  So a lot of unnecessary things came about because my decision to imbibe.  I got back to doing what I know works and have met wonderful people and I am much happier.  I also discovered writing, which I really like and have found it to be quite therapeutic.  Most importantly, I have found peanuts, popsicles, pudding pops, penguins, and pop tarts.  Those have been instrumental in shifting the equilibrium back to normal.  I won't say I'm there yet, but it's getting closer.  It's about progress not perfection.  Thank goodness for that goddamn, little French scientist. 

  BTW, this is what happens when no story slides out of my brain, out my ear, and onto the keyboard.  YUCK!