Man, I cannot wake the fuck up today. I don’t know if it’s just the last ditch for the virus I’ve almost succeeded in driving out, or if it’s the Skins’ loss yesterday, but I’m just really fucking sleepy. Maybe I’m dehydrated or under-caffeinated. Tea might fix both, and sounds more pleasant than coffee, so I’ve got some brewing. I had a couple of round-trip driving stints from Alexandria to NYC (and back, in the same day) in early November (I think) and drank so much turnpike coffee on the late night return trips that I felt hung over and fucked up for a week or so afterwards, and have not enjoyed coffee with my usual zeal since. Well, I’ve enjoyed it, but I’m definitely drinking a lot less.

Speaking of NYC and stimulants, I occasionally post on a message board also frequented by a guy who is evidently a coke dealer (or at least sells coke to B Echelon celebrities). He posted about selling to Lindsay Lohan and Kate Moss the night of their now-publicized Scores binge. Weird to hear about this on the radio (listening to a pirated recording of Howard Stern’s 12 Jan 06 show) and see it all over the news and think “oh yeah, I know who sold them that blow.” Small world.

I did a little research about the phenomenon (the Small World Effect, also known as the Six Degrees of Separation thing), and discovered the theory that this is largely due to people known as “connectors” who produce “funnelling.” Those who study it find that it exists in a lot of different places, most notably in networking theory (imagine that, how unexpected), P2P software sharing (it’s actually designed in), movies, and mathematics.

I bet coke dealers make very effective connectors.