I broke my own rule (wow, that didn’t last long) and drank half of my coffee before writing. I was so conflicted about something (simple) that I sat and pondered rather than write.

Canceling my plans for the evening once again.

What were those plans? Not much, basically just going to get food.

But then I got a bad feeling.

I’ve been trying to listen to my gut feelings more, as I’ve found that they’re startlingly accurate. Never *exactly* as I predicted, but always along the same vein as what I expected with just one subtle and novel twist – usually in a good way, like the Collective spares me from that one final detail that truly would have made the situation disastrous, but let’s me know that I *really* should stop and listen when the air around me is trying to tell me something.