A day where you don't fall in love is a day wasted.

I woke up to the sound of construction. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream. I walked to the village. It was nice outside. I bonded with the server at Jamba Juice over what we would have been named had we been born different genders. I reread The Andromeda Strain. It rained, but the sun was out. It was refreshing. I did laundry and then had a dance party. I'm still obsessed with Justice.

That is all.