Twenty Days Later

It feels different. I'm in a different place than I was so many years ago.

It's almost 2AM, and I have a 7:30AM yoga class in the morning. I don't know why I'm still awake. I'm probably awake because I've been thinking of a guy. I don't want to say he's not special, but he might be. I don't know a lot about him, and I'd like to.

I'm also very amused by how I'm typing. I have a mirror next to my desk, and it's level with my keyboard, so I'm watching the reflection of my fingers typing. It's actually really calming and relaxing to watch. My fingers, for the most part know where the keys are. It's fun watching how indecisive my mind is. It shows in the way I type. Whenever I have a good flow of thought, my fingers just fly across the keyboard like water. Whenever I have a halting thought, you can see my hands and fingers pause and hesitantly spell out or erase a word. It's amusing because my fingers just stop and hover for a moment over the keyboard, like they're trying to think of what to say next. It's cool seeing the physical disconnect between mind and hands. Like, can you believe one part of your body can control another? Your brain controls what your hands do, and it's crazy seeing your hands and fingers reflect what's going on in your mind.

Does any of this make any sense? I'm a little drowsy, so I guess I'll head to bed. I think everyone should watch how their fingers fly across a keyboard when they've struck upon a thought. I'm suddenly awake of the small things I do with my hands. After I finish writing something I bring my left hand off the keyboard and I lightly clench my hand. Especially when I'm thinking of what to say next. How fascinating.