I feel anxious. There’s no particular reason for it. I keep thinking. Isn’t it sometimes unfortunate that our thoughts are piped directly into our brains? Wouldn’t it sometimes be convenient if, like call forwarding, we had thought forwarding, where we could have our thoughts delivered to a mailbox somewhere else while we took a break? I wouldn’t have to keep wondering where I’d left my deodorant. I wouldn’t have to struggle with suppressing thoughts of how natural selection hasn’t and won’t help us evolve to grow old gracefully, because it throws up its hands once we’ve contributed to the gene pool & it cares about us no more – especially when those thoughts are interfering with a conference call, and doing my job. It’d also be lovely if I could have a separate head for ruminating, like a cow has multiple stomachs, in which case I suppose my consciousness would check in every once in a while to see if the ruminations had turned up anything worthwhile – or sticking with the cow analogy, it’s more likely I’d vomit it back up only to swallow it down & ruminate over it some more…