Yesterday I caused an accident in a city vehicle. That was fun. Nobody is injured, except for the city's car.

I also had a good conversation with one of my roommates about consciousness, The Mystery, and instinct.

I'm somewhere between half asleep and half awake today. There's an internal place behind hooded eyes that gazes out thinking it sees all. Like when you let your eyes stare out unfocused and you see everything with equal "clarity" -- if you can call a lack of clarity a clarity in itself.

I have alerted Tennyson to the presence of mice in our house. Maybe she'll start socializing herself. But then I don't want to force her into anything. That would be hypocritical in the extreme.