They harvest insects here, do they not? For their honey? Do the bees know they make the honey for you? Or do they work tirelessly because they think it is their own choice? Have you ever noticed that, after hearing new word for the first time in your life, you’ll hear it again within twenty-four hours? Do you ever wonder why sometimes you see a single shoe on the road?
— from John Dies at the End. This is what I did today. Spent all day in bed sucked into the strange wormhole that is this book. And now, I’m feeling guilty for not doing anything. Time for a run. Too bad the bees are already asleep.