Sitting here wondering what is this desire to find an audience. What is this craving to be seen. What is this yearning to be known, understood, dissected, disseminated.

It's prevalent, I know that. Or at least it seems to be. It's hard to gauge, I think, because surely there are those who don't want to be noticed and I bet they do a pretty good job of it.

As for me, I will continue to disguise myself by placing a warm towel on my face. 

I accidentally waterboarded myself yesterday while I was doing this. It tricked my brain for a moment while I was leaning back and letting the warm, damp towel cover my whole face. I could breathe, but because it's wet my instinct is to hold my breath. Then when I did inhale my brain thought I was breathing in water. 

Very tortuous; I was ready to tell me everything.

Or at least make something up.

Maybe I will break down and buy a facial steamer thing. They look pretty relaxing and I bet it's not prohibited by the Geneva Convention.

My feet feel better today. What if all my walking pains have been caused by my center of vision being askew this whole time? I remember a Women's Studies class I had where the professor was talking about holistic healing (not the quackery stuff, more like a medical doctor that approaches the body the opposite way specialists do). My professor had a pain in her leg, and she also had a vision issue in her left eye. The professor told the doctor "But the eye thing is unrelated" and the doctor said "You use your eyes when you move, so what makes you think it's unrelated?"

That reminds me, I need to see the eye doctor. Getting low on the contact lenses.