Guys, I hope I'm not coming off as paranoid by saying this, but I really do think that my brain is trying to kill me. It has not been at all cooperative lately. It has been obstinate, dumb, overly-hyper, sleep-deprived, and strange. In the last week...
1. I have had "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga playing on a nearly continuous loop. Sometimes, my brain will throw in random lines from "Poker Face" or "Paparazzi" just to put the icing on the cake. This is fun for the first HOUR, but then you start to feel kinda crazy. And, you can't just start dancing like a disturbed fashion-challenged pop-star and singing "I want your ugly, I want your disease". It gives people the wrong idea.
2. I have had TWO insomnia attacks. I thought my brain and I had come to a truce about this. I thought that the limit was ONE insomnia attack per week. Well, I guess my brain broke that truce.
3. My brain has been making me eat sugar. Seriously, I can not stop thinking about chocolate, and cupcakes, and ice cream. Clearly, my brain is trying to make me very unhealthy so that I am susceptible to many horrible horrible illnesses. Then, I will die.
4. I have had really bad nightmares. My brain has recruited my subconscious to the cause of trying to kill me by interfering EVEN MORE with my sleep-cycle. If I have to survive one more zombie apocalypse or run away from one more velociraptor (apparently, I am not their queen :(...), I may start to become paranoid during the day. Then, I will be jumpy, and possibly accuse random people of being zombies and/or velociraptors.
5. I have been drinking MASSIVE amounts of coffee. My brain has been refusing to work (due to the sleep-deprivation of its own devising) without coffee, so I have been drinking about three cups a day, which makes me hyper and more paranoid, and makes it harder for me to fall asleep, continuing the cycle of death.
6. My brain has been procrastinating so that I do not pick up my room. It kinda looks like a war zone right now. I almost slipped on my choir binder and broke my neck last night!
7. My brain is so evil, that it has decided killing me is not enough. No, it is taking out my poor (mostly) innocent roommate too. Ashley has been having a strange amounts of trouble getting onto her lofted bed. Her side of the room also looks like a war zone. In fact, our belongings have joined forces and taken over the floor, making walking a perilous proposition.
In conclusion, my brain is TOTALLY trying to kill me. If I stop blogging, it is probably because I am dead. Or maybe, just distracted. By "Bad Romance".
ModernHelen
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