Climax in log(n), where n is chemistry.
I learned about lovemaking algorithmic theory from Donald Knuth's "The Art of Computer Programming". One day, I will utilize this knowledge to conceive practical implementations likely to shock and amaze.

In the mean time, my knee is swollen and spongy due to an accidental twisting, which also put an end to my short-lived career as an amateur ballerina. I'm taking some chalky pills that are managing the pain at the expense of mild dementia. We're deploying tomorrow morning -- my favourite part is when everybody gets kicked off the site mid-session. My mum donated a mountainous container filled to the brim with her delicious macaroni, also some of her inimitable unpaprika'd egg salad mix (in a separate, much smaller container, mind you.)

Why can't I muster the patience to renew the music selection on my iPod? The Bear has Vedder on auto-repeat, and I have Verdi.