2003-12-15 - 6:19 p.m.

If every thought presents itself in three perfect dimensions, then getting caught up in your own thoughts is an amazingly intricate experience. The bruise on my leg, when I poke it, communicates in a whole different wavelength than the rest of my external stimulii. The bruise is from repeatedly running into a table, when I was at work and looking in every direction but the table. I should have looked where I was going, but now there is this whole new planet on my upper thigh that throbs dully in an extrodinary way.