When there's nowhere else to run.
So I'm back home, with delightful internet access. Ah, how I have missed thee.
I am slightly annoyed, however, at the fact that the entire blogosphere appears to have done nothing but sit on it's thumbs for the three days I was away.
I know I only subscribe to 15 or so RSS feeds, but for none of them to update in 3 days? Surely that's a statistical improbability on a par with monkeys not typing Shakespeare!*
Still, I console myself by reading actual books instead. My aunt is trying to get me to convert to a raw food diet, and I am tempted. She's given me several books to peruse, and the author seem to be outlining a lot of things that make sense.
The thing is, the sort of facts they produce also sound like what you'd hear out of a 'crazy health nut'. Stuff like "eating cooked food takes away your enzmes! Think of the enzymes!!". It's all abcked up by verifiable science, but there's still a touch of the insane that puts me off slightly.
Still, once I have polyphasic sleeping down, I will be trying my absolute best to convert to a raw food diet. I need to move away from the lifestyle that has me eating nothing but weetabix or maltesers. I need some actual vitamins in my life.
*The old "infinite amount of monkeys typing forever would produce the complete works of Shakespeare" is actually not a statistical certainty. It is entirely probable that they would manage this feat, but it is more probable that they would type a stream of crap because there are more groupings of letters that make up nonsense than there are groupings of letters that make up words used in Shakespeare.
There, don't you feel smarter?