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the story of an invisible girl
The Way My Brain Works
Lying in bed, unable to sleep just yet. I roll over, so I am facing the stairs going down. There is light coming up the stairway. One of the lights downstairs has been left on. Despite being the only resident of this house, I wonder to myself, "Who left the light on?"

My brain, which has been quietly humming the theme to Ellen to itself ever since I Replayed it just before bed, chimes in with a refrain, "Woof! Woof! Woof-woof! Who left the light on - Woof! Woof! Woof-woof!"

Embarrassed by my extreme dorkiness, I try to shush my brain. "That song is just about dogs, not lights, and aside from the first word and the general cadence, the two versions are nothing alike!"

Undefeated, my brain switches to the actual dog song, and starts reminiscing about softball a few years ago, and when a bunch of coworkers came to watch us play and cheered us on with that little ditty.

I debate about whether to go down and turn off the light. It's not really bothering me, so I decide to leave it alone. Unless I can't sleep later, or find I have to get up and go to the bathroom.

My brain interjects, "We should post this to LiveJournal! So everybody can see how cool I am!"

"You're not cool," I tell it, "so shut up. You're embarrassing us both."

"But at least it's a funny story; I'm funny, right?"

"Sure you are... funny looking."

We both share a chuckle over this ridiculously ancient and juvenile joke.

"But if we get the laptop, we can post about all kinds of things, and we can read stuff, and...."

"Fine, maybe. But only if we can't sleep. First, try to rest."

My overly-enthusiastic brain then proceeds to fill my head with a whirlwind of thoughts -- angry, happy, sad, and confused. Completely unable to sleep, I finally admit defeat.

I go downstairs, turn off the lights (two, there were two lights on! what was I thinking when I went to bed?), retrieve my laptop, and take it back up the stairs to bed with me.

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encorecrazay From: encorecrazay Date: September 6th, 2005 07:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Can't remember if you got your own wireless hub or if you're still using a neighbor's. You might want to get a Motorola Wireless USB Adapter
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bob_the_mighty From: bob_the_mighty Date: September 6th, 2005 12:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Brains always seem to have a mind of their own some nights, eh?

mrdisco99 From: mrdisco99 Date: September 6th, 2005 02:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Talking to yourself is OK... as long as you don't answer yourself.

Oh wait...

aroundthemx From: aroundthemx Date: September 6th, 2005 02:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
hahaha i love it!

From: stilldocked Date: September 6th, 2005 02:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
To a very specific subset of Americana, you are the height of cool! You are Fonzi! You are Will Smith, gettin' jiggy wit it...
nishar From: nishar Date: September 6th, 2005 06:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
You are funny... and too smart for your own good. Now if you were a dummy like me, you would be alseep the second your head hits the pillow. :P
jeffreyab From: jeffreyab Date: September 7th, 2005 04:12 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't think you were thinking went you went to bed and left two lights on.

I think you were homing in on bed by instinct which did not include turning off lights.
homeless_one From: homeless_one Date: September 7th, 2005 01:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
I hear music in the background... Edgar Winter... "They Only Come Out at Night!"
From: (Anonymous) Date: September 9th, 2005 03:53 am (UTC) (Link)

motivation from pennies

The following things I try... almost on a nightly basis now...

1. "Why am I thinking of this solution now? I'm not getting paid for this." Sometimes helps, usually more not than does simply because I'm still thinking, and now not thinking about not getting paid. Death spiral.

2. Try counting breaths backwards, starting from 50 used to work for me, but I've since had to graduate to 100.

3. Only once or twice have I tried to tell myself to shut up, it usually ends up in an immature round-robin. Again death spiral.

4. So far what works with consistency is getting 4 or 5hrs a night 2 or 3 nights in a row and by Thursday night I'm whipped.

Hope things find you well,
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