It’s 2:00 a.m. I just got home about a half hour ago after working for 16 hours straight.

On my way home I thought up an elaborate narrative about the piece of formerly-sushi-grade ahi in my refrigerator, and how I was going to cook it and eat it even though I should probably just go straight to sleep, because I was not going to let that ahi go to waste, dammit, and also because I was hungry, and isn't it a shame that it's now too fishy-smelling to eat raw, because then I could eat and avoid cooking.

But now that I have cooked and eaten this piece of fish, I know it wasn't worth the trouble to cook and eat, let alone narrate.

What was I saying? Oh, yes: I worked a lot today.