typical saturday

8:00: wake up
8:15: fix breakfast
9:00: begin to suspect I've done something stupid and fallible and human which I will regret forever
9:15: leave house
10:00-12:00: tutoring
12:15: visit Farmer's Market in Union Square
12:45: return home
12:45-1:00: attempt to disprove that I've done something stupid and fallible and human which I will regret forever
1:00: confirm that I've done said stupid, fallible, human thing
1:00-2:15: loathe self for same
2:15-2:20: attempt flimsy rationalizations
2:20-2:45: give up attempts at flimsy rationalizations, return to self loathing
2:45-3:00: tire of self loathing. Run some errands.
3:00-4:30: discover new reserves of self loathing
4:30-4:45: go to nearby street fair, have a crepe
4:45-5:00: more self loathing
5:00: discover that as it turns out I didn't do the stupid, fallible, human thing after all. Feel not relief or joy so much as chagrin.
5:05: suspect I'm hallucinating or unconscious and that I did actually do the thing, but I've convinced myself I did not.
5:07: discard that hypothesis
5:07-6:00: loathe self for believing even for a second that I could do something so stupid and fallible and human.
6:00-7:15: rollerblading in Riverside Park
7:30-8:00: fix dinner
8:00-12:30: tidy up, watch a DVD, send some e-mail, play a video game.
12:30-12:45: compose blog entry
1:00: bed.