My favourite-esque university prospect (in Belgium) has just responded, telling me things look good. And Figaro promised he'd call me "Doctor" when we're feeling amorous. Besides that, I feel like I don't have much to say today. The one thing getting me down is that Belgium might be as I-want-to-shoot-myself dark as Toronto is right now. Everything is fine and I still feel like removing part of my skull just so I can get some direct sunlight to the brain.
One question: how the fuck do you make a makeshift sub? I know some of you reading must know. Tell me. Inquiring minds, et cetera. This is interesting because I just read a 2002 book about how a member of the Russian military tried to sell the Medellin cartel a diesel submarine back in the 1990's - complete with crew - for something like $5 million. Looks like they saved a dollar to spend $90 million.