sometimes when i'm really comfortable, i'll suddenly notice that i've stopped breathing. now usually, in- and exhaling is not a concious effort, but sometimes... i run into things a lot. and i knock things over. and i spill things on myself and others. and i trip a lot. i blame this on my glasses, because they are smallish and i am ridiculously near-sighted, so they only let me see what's directly in front of me. but really, i'm just a big clumsy freak. sometimes, quite often in fact, i eat food cold because i'm too lazy to microwave it. my family thinks i'm odd for doing this, but most food tastes the same unheated, and eh, i don't really care. yes ladies and gentlemen, i am some kind of quirky. quirk-a-roo. see, it's things like that...