Mind Tricks

Last night, after working for almost 8 hours without a break, I stumbled out of my desk to go home. Simultaneously, Steven Garrity galloped downstairs from silverorange. In my foggy PHP-induced delirium, I heard Steven’s gallop, and thought it was me coming down the stairs. Which was very confusing.

This morning, I was reading through comments about my Flickr images, I read this (highlighted text is mine):

I thought this text was actually somebody’s comment. I took great offense.

We’re off to record an episode of Live from the Formosa Tea House now; if I sounded like a jet-lagged bumbler, you’ll know why.