magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Before going into the office, I spent an hour or so this morning listening to netcastted WNYC and using the natural light to try and narrow down my colour choices for my bedroom walls. I didn't reach a definitive conclusion, but narrowed the field down to a palette of four possibilities.

In my downtime at work, which was most of the day, I mixed and matched and thought about stripes and patterns and noticed again that the most common path leading people to my site these days is a Google image search for tessellations, which leads them to the first ever entry to mention Chris by name.

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At one point, drawing a stripe across a rectangle, I got what felt like a flash of intuition about the underlying nature of the universe. It was like the recurring nightmares that I had as a child about infinity. It was momentarily debilitating. It's borderline debilitating now, writing about it, I'm having to grit my teeth and tense most of the muscles in my body just to keep myself from pushing back from desk, standing up, and pacing uncontrollably.

Does this sort of thing happen to other people? Or is this the sharp edge of some psychosis?

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Ellen called midday to ask if I had any dinner plans. So rather than buying my newly decided upon paint colours after work, I went and ate a basil and tofu stir-fry. But, seeing as how little food I had eaten all weekend (three meals in the last four days) it was probably for the best.