Good morning, everyone. Last night, in the middle of the night, I happened to wake up and realized that someone was lying next to me. It wasn’t my wife. After a moment, I realized it was me. Another me. Judging by his breathing, he was sleeping peacefully. I thought about waking him up to see how it would feel to talk to another me—someone laid-back, contrarian, stingy, sometimes proud, sometimes impatient, but basically calm. But I was worried that the usual “Which one of us is the original?” problem might come up. And yes, even the thought of having sex with myself crossed my mind. Sounds gross, doesn’t it? But while I was thinking about all that, I fell asleep again before I knew it. When I woke up in the morning, he was gone. Maybe you’ll ask me, “Are you really the original?” Well, I’m not sure. No one can prove that they’re the same person they were yesterday. Thank you for listening. Have an original day. Bye.

I finally got myself to try attending a live class this afternoon, but unfortunately, no one showed up. I’m not blaming anyone at all. I just wanted to say, “Hey, I actually did it!” There’s also a good chance I did something wrong. By the way, I completely understand that the lessons are great and really helpful. I just hadn’t gotten around to trying to arrange my schedule around the classes because I’m just too lazy to plan my schedule around them.