Life: if you ain’t pissing people off, you ain’t doing it right.

Recently I feel I’ve started pissing certain people off more frequently, and perhaps I know the reason.

Right now it’s half past three in the morning, and there’s a nasty stench wafting up from my pyjamas, and you’re not supposed to ask why. The only thing I can tell you about it is it would have looked hilarious to someone watching.

Man, this really stinks.

I once had an argument for why it won’t be a problem eating your own poop or urine. I argued that ingesting it would introduce it to your alimentary system, which is where it was anyway before you passed it. So why all the fuss?

Then it dawned on me. This is probably the right answer, let me know if I am wrong: the keyword is concentration. Urine and poop consists of wastes collected to higher concentrations than are normally the levels in commonly ingested food. One end of yours can handle such high concentrations, the other cannot.

What am I doing?

I’ve realized that one of the best ways to exercise the brain in the art of analytic and logical reasoning is programming. It’s also good if you are in the mood for some frustration, which I seem to never have enough of.

Alright, before I go off to sleep, here’s a quick sequence you might want to complete by substituting the ‘?’:

J F M ? M J