"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."

ALDOUS HUXLEY
1894 - 1963
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After badly affecting my liver, eyes and worried academy with last weekend's binge of everything, this time its nothing but bed and a glad head. travail was distress today. the women at the place are all frigging married and as shifty as 3-toed cats with a grudge, at least one baby, and no love. i think we're also logically drifting away from a pointless association that i didnt even enjoy except for the scweenings. i mean you got to be a real titwit not to be introspecting after a couple hundred weekends trudging back home every sunday before dawn crack liek a fugitive, carrying a hangover and a pair of untreated redeyes, hoping no-one smells what youre smelling like. and she's really had it, i've been thinking. aldy - she isnt ready for mesca in other words - she doesnt ever really need it.
and here's a memorylane thing i picked up from gopal's blog