You see me as a judge though I deny it.

At some point in the middle of the night, I was close to the edge of the mattress because of bed-hoggers (plural, because I blame both the dog and the woman), that when I adjusted the pillows I managed to knock my face into the corner of the nightstand, right below my eye socket. I was so mad being woken up by someone coldcocking me, but the pain distracted me from exacting revenge and then I was so angry I just went back to sleep. I was expecting a black eye this morning but there's no mark and barely any soreness. But I'm reminded of this old stand-up comedy bit about the pain caused by bumping your head on the corners of cabinets as being the most extreme every experienced in a lifetime and how it was suggested instead of dropping bombs on enemies we could just drop cabinetry. Could it be it was all so simple then?

Last night I unpacked all my books. And this is what I wrote about it: "They are in no order, which is not unusual, but for many years they were in the SAME non-order so at least I had a visual catalog in my brain of what books were where, but something happened this time, and boxes were combined and shifted and I was sloppy in unpacking, moving across the room back and forth between cases and shelves and now....I'm ruined. I'll never find another book again."

I wish I could sit at home and read all day and night, as going through my library pleases me in the same way browsing in a bookstore does. Except it's cheaper because I've already acquired them all.

I'm starving and I need to finish this table of authorities and I have to attend some staff meeting and hopefully get a jump on my grad school semester self-evaluation but have I mentioned I'm starving so all I really want to do is go home and eat for a second time last night's meal which involved steak and corn on the cob and strawberries so fresh and ripe they melted in my mouth.