On a more personal note, about halfway through the morning I suddenly became extremely tired. I said to myself, "Self," because that's what I call myself. I said, "Self," and then I continued on because I was annoying myself by saying "self" one too many times. I said, "I think you'd do well to chow down on some chicken balls and noodles."

And then I thought, "Chicken balls? I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere." And I laughed at that, which made people look at me kind of funny, because I was just kind of staring into space laughing at nothing they could see. "Yes, there's a joke in there," I thought, this time not verbalizing my inner monologue, "but it's probably not worth the effort to extract it." And so the chicken balls joke was never fully realized.

So I went down to the takeout place in the Robson Market, bought the chicken balls, veggies, and noodles, and returned to my desk, where I did the predictable thing, which was to eat it.

Well, to finish up an unnecessarily long story, I feel even worse now. In fact, I feel a little ill and more tired than I felt before I ate lunch. I'm listless. I have no lists at all.