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.