Tales from a Messy Workbench!
Dear Brain,
It is not necessary for you to try and think of sixteen things simultaneously. Even less so when twelve of the sixteen things have nothing in common. You are not Google. You do not need to provide me with random search strings about the number of petals on a tulip or why one type of elephant has smaller ears than the other.
Seriously. No love.
kthxbye.
P.S. Although finally remembering the thing that I was too tired to write down last night was a nice bonus.
hey… at least yours is running…
mine keeps bluescreening….
I have a brain full of pop-ups. *nods* ‘Want this?’ … ‘No.’ … ‘How ’bout this?’ … ‘No.’ … ‘Peanuts then?’ … *headdesk*
Ohhhh, BRAIN. Right. Gotcha
I was trying to figure out why the hell Brian was sending you loads of random crap. And then I actually paid attention to what I had read and it made slightly more sense.
Re: Ohhhh, BRAIN. Right. Gotcha
Hmmm, too bad I don’t have a cat named Brian! ^_~
My brain does the same. exact. thing. It goes a million miles an hour in a million different directions. Extremely annoying.
Every so often it comes in useful, just by the nature of the randomness, but mostly it’s frustrating. I know what I need to focus on and I can’t keep it in view under all the other input. Such fun. 😛
Ah well, at least I get singing pirates! ^_~
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