I am on vacation this week, and I am afraid that I might have busted the part of my brain responsible for generating excitement or even interest, and I may be stuck being this bored forever.
I had a dream last night that I stopped shaving my neck, but continued to shave my face, giving me a sort of neck beard. It struck me how weird hair is, as are the mechanisms in place to ensure that it only grows in the places and lengths that it does. Those of you who don't have chest hair might not know this, but it isn't a continuous coating of hair from chin to sternum. The hair stops at the collar bone, leaving a bald neck halo - as if my torso had somehow acheived sainthood.
I was stopped in the subway today and I had my bag inspected. I shouldn't be upset about it. It's not like I was carrying anything incriminating. It's just that at the time I was pulled aside, I was reading a Captain America comic book, and I had thought that was about the least suspicious thing a person could possibly do.
I had a dream last night that I stopped shaving my neck, but continued to shave my face, giving me a sort of neck beard. It struck me how weird hair is, as are the mechanisms in place to ensure that it only grows in the places and lengths that it does. Those of you who don't have chest hair might not know this, but it isn't a continuous coating of hair from chin to sternum. The hair stops at the collar bone, leaving a bald neck halo - as if my torso had somehow acheived sainthood.
I was stopped in the subway today and I had my bag inspected. I shouldn't be upset about it. It's not like I was carrying anything incriminating. It's just that at the time I was pulled aside, I was reading a Captain America comic book, and I had thought that was about the least suspicious thing a person could possibly do.