It's Saturday morning. No cubicleland work today. Just some holistic stuff in a few hours. I'm tired from the week, but pretty lucid. Lucid is good. I'm not always particularly lucid these days. I never know how the consciousness is going to roll around. Does this sound fruity? It feels fruity. Like I'm The United States of Tara, the Enlightenment Edition, but without the the different costumes or the high quality health care as I am still, very, very uninsured.