strange but true

This 'flu business is giving me new and trippy dreams of a hitherto unsurpassed order of weirdness. Last night I dreamed I was Paris Hilton. In a moment of uncontrolled shopping I set off random particle acceleration which caused unchecked quantum particles to tear through the heart of the galaxy, destroying all in their path, but making pretty patterns, in negative, rather like those string-and-nails designs which haunted my teenage years. Various alien races were, unsurprisingly, somewhat pissed off by this. I woke up with a vague feeling of regret that the first contact alien races should have with humanity should be Paris Hilton.

In other news, this city smells like hot cross buns.