It's fun to start the day with little self-questions like "which blue toothbrush is mine, again?" or "what about coffee makes it so delish and addicting?" or even "could I reach bermuda on a pedal boat?"

One question I was ill-prepared, yet forced, to ask myself this morning in the lavatory:
Wow, hold up. Is this because I ate a beet salad yesterday for lunch, or is this internal bleeding from being hit by a cab last week?

Both are valid realities in my recent past.