Wake Up


Opened my eyes, glanced at my eyes-up status. What?!?

It's a month since I remember going to bed, or else my clock is fritzy. There's a stack of messages waiting with subject lines like "Glad you backed up?", and "What a brilliant way to die!"


Another life loss. Insurance premiums will be murder. I wonder how I went this time. Time to review the life-log for my last day. And this time, no denial: what I see and hear in my log is what I did, even if it seems weird seeing events without the accompanying thoughts.