This is going to be a bad day, I fear.

While assembling my new desk last night, I seem to have managed to give myself a bruise on the very tip of my right index finger. Typing is actually painful if not done very carefully.

Perhaps I should arrange to spend most of the day talking to people and taking notes with pen and paper.

Also I'm half asleep.

I can tell this for two reasons. One is that I just pressed the wrong button on my trackball, but because I pressed it with the correct finger (i.e. the finger I usually use for the button I meant to press), I somehow expected it to do the right thing anyway.

The other is that I completely forgot to put that paragraph into my previous diary entry.

It's at times like this that I wish I could take the day off work simply because I judged myself too incompetent to get anything useful done…