I went to write with one of the pencils and the fucking thing was not sharpened. So I looked at the other pencils, and noticed that I had grabbed exactly four pencils, none of them were sharpened. Fucking great. Three yellow pencils, and one black pencil. This was funny, because what I was feeling like I needed to write was either a circle or triangle with a fucking dot in the center of it. I immediately realized that what I was trying to draw, in two dimensions on paper, was not sufficient, and this was actually "better" in a way, because I was able to represent the concept using an extra dimension of freedom by using the pencils in three-dimensional space. I was "forced" to represent the concept of an additional dimension, where writing it on paper was not sufficient. After I laid down the pencils and was looking at what I had done, I noticed that I had grabbed the rest of the beer with my left hand, and glanced over at it, noticing the word "Corona."