Some days at work I don't have time to think. It's an unending task list, like a queue in a computer program handling data- you only have time to consider the one task at the head of the linked list. Otherwise you break your zen effectiveness and crash the whole program. 20 jobs, scattered about the office on different clipboards, all need a little attention. On a good day, nothing juggled gets dropped.

Other times it's like a scene described in The Unbearable Lightness of Being, where everything fades to white and I wake up for a second to realize that I live the actual American Dream. That I have nothing to bitch about, that kings of yesteryear would have killed to have what I take for granted.

This afternoon was 98% the first, and ended on the second. There's beats and battlestar galactica tonight. It's going to be a good weekend.