In which I remember a time when I challenge the diurnal cycle, and then wonder whether there’s enough time in the day to get up earlier.
In which I celebrate knocking things on my list, and tease out why I might feel nervous about running my game in Internet public.
In which I drift through Friday the 13th, but somewhat fearless (and slightly numbed) by drifting through a cocktail hour.
In which I draw an analogy between an activity and the collection of activities, and discover a little nugget of realization along the way.
In which I reflect upon self-motivation through motivating others, through management by being managed, possibly by yourself. Oh, and food.