I woke up to find my room in disarray. My bedside table was laying across my bed and my headphones were hanging off of the radiator.

I was walking across a large grassy field with my mother when I asked her how to say “simulation” in Mandarin. I wondered out loud if it was supposed to be pronounced [si mo] or [shi mo]¹, once again troubled by the fading distinction between the affricates in our variety of the language.

I was playing a food based board game that sort of resembled an auto-battler. You had to buy different food items with different point/nutrient values to put into different categories to defend your territory. Categories or slots that were unfilled usually translated into negative modifiers for your defense values.

I was wondering if I should cut my New Years break short and head home on the 2nd instead of the 3rd. I kept checking the calendar on my phone while rehearsing what to tell my parents.

I was playing a single player challenge mode on Super Smash Brothers Brawl. Working through the roster one character at a time, I was now in the middle of trying to clear all of the challenges for Samus.

I was explaining to someone the difference in storage capacity between a floppy and a CD.

I had been looking around campus all night in search of a particular stuffed toy with a number tag attached to it. The fog rolled in as it started getting bright out. The running event on campus was about to begin. A mass of people were gathered at the end of the bridge, waiting for the signal. Various tents and canvas coverings were set up over the route in anticipation for rain. I found myself whistling various classical progressions to calm myself.

I was on the top floor of the building to help out with decorating the rooftop patio. It was a little too dark so I was responsible for placing some extra lamps among the bushes that surrounded the seating areas.

I went to the beach with my dad which also had a small water park nearby. We met up with my brother among the crowd and watched a lecture being held inside of a pool. Bleachers packed with people were set in the unfilled pool to resemble auditorium seating. The lecturer was talking about how as a species we’ve had to keep reinventing the same things over and over. “Why not commit to a small brain?” He mused, “they got smaller for a reason.”

Someone was talking about how missiles launched at America were unlikely to actually hit or even affect anyone due to the vast size of the country. “Unless it hits a power plant, of course,” they added.