4:23 p.m. Serration

There's something about the serrated bread knife that brings up thoughts it shouldn't. I almost cut myself with it. Accidentally, of course, while washing dishes. But then, there was that moment of dangerous thinking, come and gone in a blink, and yet, flirtatious and coy. That it was there at all makes me uncomfortable. However, I take the passing thought as a good sign. I no longer obsess about certain objects for lengthy periods of time the way I used to, and I truly have no desire to die right now. While that's an admission that might worry some, for me, it's simply a truth.