Today I

overslept by 80 minutes, cut myself by accident, burned myself on purpose, figured out why my program at work was core dumping, entertained lascivious fantasies, fended off raindrops, chased Nala through the house, ate chicken pot pie, folded socks, played Bejeweled on the bus, finished reading Air by Geoff Ryman, bit heisenbug for ignoring me all evening, took a Prozac, stretched my hamstrings, bought a yoga bag, typed these words.

Life is dense.