Scientific progress goes "Boink"
So I was laying in my sleeping bag wide awake at the ungodly hour of eight in the morning wondering why I had to be cursed. So cursed as to only sleep a few hours and then be ready to go forever, which was exactly why I happened to be up all night. With nothing else to do, I put the sleeping bag over my head so everything was completely dark and began to let my mind wander. It went this way and that which eventually led me to start thinking about boxes and all the things I can remember doing with boxes before. Probably because I started thinking about EOFF, which made me think about masticating, which made me think of both Calvin and Hobbes and Del Murder at once. Anyway, boxes were on my mind. I remembered being just a little guy with great big refridgerator and washing machine boxes that I built a fort with outside. I played with that for a whole week until it rained and turned everything into goo. I remembered being in elementary school and using boxes to build clubhouses and castles for me to play around. Also turning them upside down and banging on them like drums. Heck, I even remembered being seventeen and building a box jailhouse with this girl Cory complete with heart-shapped handcuff accessories. Beyond that I remembered a dream I had where I was standing in the middle of my room holding a box about the size of a gamecube when liquid melting cheese began flowing out of it and flooding my room. There's a post about that last dream floating around somewhere in the haunted pasts of this General Chat. Now I don't have much use for boxes. I want you to talk about boxes. I want you to talk about boxes now.
