faking consciousness...
can't seem to drum up much enthusiasm for consciousness today. it's chilly and misty and grey out there. the leaves have mostly fallen, the mood of the landscape shifting from an autumnal golden warmth to a sodden, dismal, barren, shrouded chill. if anything, i would prefer to be wearing some nice flannel jammies with slippers, cocooned in a comforter on my couch, sipping hot tea and writing on my laptop. instead, i am here at work, slumped low in my chair, listening to traffic pass by while i stare out the window at the misty rain and the nearly bare trees blurred by the mist.