God, i have no idea how long it has been since I really listened to music. I need decent speakers.

I'm celebrating the little things!

I expend 16 hrs each weekend cleaning at a store. I've been "tipped " 31 cents in change found on floor underneath things. I giggle at this in a wildly absurd way. It gives me inordinate glee. The little silly things are the best. There's no expectations and it's simply gifts from the world. It confirms that I exist.

This morning on a flight my husband interrupted his own train of thought to inform me that someone had just "Farted. Badly". I don't know why that made me giggle so. I knew what he meant, but the way it came out sounded like someone had made an effort at a fart, and it hadn't ended well. It might have something to do with the fact that I haven't slept in 36 hours but whatever. Fart jokes are funny.

Ah, the neurobiology of delusions awaits me.

I am having hard time writing a compelling challenge to the dopamine theory while riddled with guilt.

Well, guilt absolved. And on to the paper.
This needy cat I live with, the one who knocked over the cocktail on my laptop? The one who spilled my coffee this morning?
If your drink is missing, you did not misplace it here, so stop looking for it. He is an accidental asshole.