There are some people in this world that believe that there is no such thing as a thought. Thoughts are merely just a series of reactions, of responses, to given stimuli. Some of them believe that humans have free will, want to be creative, and strive for full potential. Some of them say that the whole is greater than a sum of parts. Sigmund Freud says that we are slaves to our unconscious. And that a cigar is just a cigar. What did I do when I stubbed my foot on the door this morning? I responded. No thought. What did I do when I got a 10/10 on my E&M homework this morning? I had realized that particular full potential. What did I realize when I saw someone smoking a cigar? Damn, I wanted one too. It's the computer, the machine, inside of me talking. I'm convinced of it. As far as the other theory, I definitely felt like my body was so...separated. I remember moving my arm around in class and setting it down, feeling like it was never there. I felt my brain calculate at my chess meeting, but I felt my brain see where the pieces were, THEN where they could move, THEN what they could and could not capture, THEN where they should and should not be, all separately. Strange. Oh, and what happened today? Psychology exam, and a brain hammering day of physics. A much needed and relished intimate moment avec ma cherie. A bad day to get a copy of Newtype (my favorite magazine that hasn't made its way to Maine yet), a lackluster driving performance, and a few games of chess. And now my diary.