For some reason, feeling like a lawnmower is in my tummy and a lava lamp is in my head makes me feel simultaneously more loathing for my fellow man and more of a desire to smooth over all differences. Like if most people suck, holding a grudge seems like such a waste of energy. It makes me want to buy dinner for people I don’t like. Fortunately I feel too cramp-riddled to leave the house. I think dingopariah had some insights on this.

Weirdly, I got a lot of work done tonight and I am still good to go.