oh wow, I was nearly asleep when I wrote that. I have a
   metaphor-machine that never-stops in my head and it sticks to
   bad metaphors long after they're useful. I woke up this morning
   dreaming of an elaborate paper folding happening in the brain
   that was a "paper-folded proof" that Pi=3 (I was physically
   folding a piece of paper through several higher dimensions until
   I reached the precision of 3.00000---> and then measured it with
   a 3 dimensional ruler on the pseudo 2D folded 1/2 circle in a
   pseudo-1 dimensional numberline which had a pseudo-"point" of 3
   The audience laughed "hahaha Pi's never 3!" and threw me off the
   stage and I took my trans-dimensionally folded paper off the
   stage and walked off in defeat. I have weird dreams sometimes.
   Also woke up to a broken stove with a bunch of messages that i
   have to fix it, following a trail of notes the culminated in
   "don't worry about it" by the time I got to my computer on the
   porch. I need to invest in more coffee. In good news, I slept
   for 8 hrs, which I never do.