The guy at the table next to me is talking about the impossibility of the awareness of the conscious mind. I want to beat him in the head.
My hands are freezing. I'm right by the window because there's an outlet here. I'm going to be cold until April. I know it.
I have so much more work to do and I'm not getting it finished quickly enough. I can't wait for January.
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Now he is talking about the truth of creation in the real world, and how he "saw something else going down in the subconscious" and the "radical fog". Wow. I don't even think drugs are involved here. He is so completely into his thoughts, I guess I feel bad for saying I wanted to beat him in the head. I really don't. He looks sort of sweet, and hey, I guess if you've got that kind of conviction, and it doesn't involve hurting other people then it's okay - even if it sounds like complete and utter crap to me.
Another dude just uttered the word "tofurkey". I haven't heard that yet this year, and it would have been fine if I never did.
I want the new Maureen Dowd book. Wealth to me would be being able to buy whatever hardcover book I wanted.