I have not eaten today. Not on purpose. I will eat, later. I simply have not thought of it yet.
Other than that, today is a day like any other. In the morning, I worked. For the most part, work has become a routine, like brushing my teeth. A series of motions that seldom calls upon the genius we so readily claim sets us apart from other animals. I suppose most work is like that, and people rarely mind.
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Rainer Ebert 