There are people who create work for themselves in an effort to stave off boredom. They mess things up so that they feel obligated to set things right again. Also people who cannot keep themselves from telling you the whole story, when they only intended to divulge a part of it.

While drowning dishes in the sink I got a smear of tomato paste on my finger and for a moment thought I was bleeding. It was odd, to bleed without pain.