Anyway, I was in the car having a rest when I got thinking along various alternative thought patterns as I do, when I eventually came to the conclusion that I was immortal. I came to this conclusion because I figured that the "infinite could never become the finite". I guess it sort of like no matter how long the universe lasts, I will have changed it simply by existing, and these changes although they might be diluted and seemingly lost can never actually be extinguished. For example, the light from off my body is streaming off into space towards distant quasars which lie billions of light years away. In the distant future, my light will eventually reach them, and even then it will continue going and going. I think this offers the comfort of immortality even after the possible death of the consciousness mind. This was slightly related to the book p which I had been reading earlier in the day.
Then I though about the atoms in my hand. Made in the deep depths of some interstellar sun billions of years ago, they now, right now made me up. Truly I was made of star-stuff.
Then more as a jest I thought that why don't I find the meaning of life! I laughed to myself for a bit, then after thinking about it for a bit longer, I found the answer. It was rather an ironic answer, because it's all wrapped up in the question. The meaning of life, is to find meaning in life! I certainly don't claim to be the first person to find this out, but it is a rather simple yet very deep answer.
Anyway, after finding the meaning of life, I though I had better go back in and find the others. They were still dancing, but after a little while we all headed back to Jennifer's place. We had some coffee (I think) and then after that I went back to Nikki's place with her and Szusza, and while Szusza got changed I picked up my stuff. We said goodbye and Szusza drove me home. It was about 3:30am, and it took till about 4:30am to get changed, have a shower, ensure all the make-up was off and that everything was hidden away. Then I collapsed into bed.
The next day I got up about 11am, and waited till my parents showed up. We had some chats, did a little bit of shopping at the Canberra Center, and then they went home at about 3:00 pm.
After they had gone home, Susan, Jules, Red, Paul and myself went and had coffee at Gus's in Civic. That was quite mellow, but was quite OK. I didn't do too much in the evening and so I went to bed reasonably early.
Today I had to drop the negatives off to Szusza, get money from the bank and do some work. I spent most of the afternoon struggling to input some characterization data which totally sucked, but which had to be done. I need to ask my supervisor some questions, but I don't know if he'll be in tomorrow.
Anyway, of course this will be the last diary entry before I finally get the hair extensions. Yes dear listener, if there's ever another entry in this diary, it will be written my some curly, long-haired lout. I still haven't started sweating nervously, so I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad sign. Of course regular readers of this diary will know that I'm not sure whether this is such a good idea or not. But I guess it's too late now. As soon as I handed over the $100 deposit, and they ordered the hair, the whole plan was set in motion, and there was no way to stop it. Yes, twelve hours from now, I'll be right in the middle of it, no backing out then or now. Oh well, I'll get over it.
Ok, I'm off to bed now, this time tomorrow, expect either squeals of delight or screams of horror. ;)