30 Apr 11

oh

apparently if you press enter after typing a title, it gets sent out as a blog post.  cool!

anyways.  i haven’t updated at all for a long time, and i feel like rewarding my loyal readers (hah!  all ZERO of them!) with an update every now and then.  

so i spent the last 3 days sick.  roughly 36 hours in bed.  this was bad.  i woke up, tried to get out of bed, felt really really dizzy (hey, getting out of bed is an accomplishment when you’re on top of a bunk bed.  getting out of bed involves climbing down those pesky steps.  these steps will one day MURDER me when i’m not careful.) and then since i was dizzy, i’d sit for a bit… and then realize that i’m in no state to do anything, and then just climb back into bed and sleep some more.  … it didn’t take me long to realize that i was sick.  it DID take me awhile to realize that my sickness would probably go away quicker if i had medicine.

and then i didn’t know what sort of medicine to take, so then i had to describe my ailments.  …. durrrr…. head hurt? … derp derp… herp… my back aches.  … derp.

oh.

fever.

okay.

so then i took tylenol and then i feel better.  but that took awhile for me.  now i’m at the tail end of my sickness.  if a sickness can be modeled by a gaussian distribution (AND IT TOTALLY SHOULD/COULD BE) then… well shit, i don’t know enough gaussian distribution terms to describe what i’m trying to get at.  there’s probably a finite percentage i can link to that accurately portrays what i’m tryin’ to say.  but!  i’m about roughly 85% through the sickness, which is… i’m not sure, phi(85) -> ? i don’t remember.  or more importantly, a(1-0.85) -> the amount of sickness i need to traverse until i’m okay, which is …. still a feat, but i’m through the bulk of it.

… basically what i’m trying to say is, i’m through the bulk of it.

… i felt like that needed an explanation, because that was a terrible analogy.

it was.

anyhow, i’m making even less sense, and i’m getting weirder as the night progresses.  it’s odd, as my sense-making ability declines, my weirdness escalates, and thus this relationship can be modeled.  but $@%! you, i’m not a math major.