stuff.

I cut myself this morning. I have no idea how. I just felt a stinging sensation at the base of my left thumb as I was driving to work, looked down, and saw a quarter-inch slice with the blood already dried on.

I overslept this morning, dreaming about. Something. A character played by Paul McGann appeared just before I woke up. I was trying to quit smoking (Marlboro Milds) with the nicotine gum, but even in the dream I didn't really believe that I needed to quit: I could barely believed that I smoked at all, but I had vivid memories of standing in the parking lot behind the apartment where I lived my last two years of undergrad, smoking and hiding from my roommates.

In the shower, I started thinking about comebacks I should have used on said roommates.

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