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Brain squeezings

I have a rumbly in my tumbly, so I'm working from home today.

(This technically means I'm not taking more of the vacation days of which I have none left.)

(Sick leave, neither.  I'm cleaned out.)

I'm also still dealing with a mean case of the insomnias; I spent last night staring at the clock, feeling uncomfortable with my tummy, my arms, and a nasty new symptom of sharp pins and needles in my right shoulder in turn, wondering if I'd be better off on the sofa, and too tired to move.  Naturally, my brain was thinking up sarcastic rants at a mile a minute.

I really should just start writing them down, since I thought that I came up with some particularly incisive and funny stuff, but I've done this before, and I know from past experience that I can never remember exactly what it was I thought was so clever, just the general subject.  Last night's was an epic rant on fast food advertising and the general insanity with which the advertising industry approaches food (best described as the kind of love/hate relationship immortalized by the Montagues and the Capulets, or maybe the Hatfields and McCoys, in that everyone loves to hate what they're fascinated by, can't live without it, and everyone dies in the end), but most of it was gone by the time I woke up properly.

Of course, my insomnia-addled brain could just be fooling me; I write symphonies in my sleep, too.  Last night I wrote a symphony, attended a Billy Joel concert, stopped some people from walking around my house because they thought it was a tourist destination, and all this was happening at the house my mother lives in in London.  It's right by a park, which is where the concert was being held.

So, you see, my brain could be thinking I'm brilliant, and what I'm really thinking up is something on the level of "so what about that advertising?  Strange, huh?  Go figure", with no actual joke at all.  I can't tell.

All I know is my tummy hurts (we both have it, whatever it is; Merry Christmas to us), and my brain has possibly turned on me.

If I wake up tomorrow and my brain has crawled out of my ear and is typing merrily away on the computer, I'll know for sure.

At least with my brain gone I'll still be able to go to work. 

Or I could send my brain in my place; slap a little mascara on, and no-one will notice the difference.

Blech.

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fabricdragon
Dec. 22nd, 2009 05:07 pm (UTC)
well given that it is apparently TRUE that burger king is advertising its chain by having bikini models sing pop songs on the webpage....
stranger things have, in fact, happened
reasie
Dec. 22nd, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
There are never any overweight people in a fast-food ad. And lately I've noticed Wal-mart commercials are full of fashionable people in wealthy surroundings.

mmm hmm.

Ah, the writing we come up with in a semi-dream state is always brilliant! Irreplaceable! I started keeping a notepad by my bed and discovered it didn't look at all like I thought it did, come morning.
attack_laurel
Dec. 22nd, 2009 06:49 pm (UTC)
The only FF ad that has slightly overweight people in it is the ones for Subway, and they're really insulting.

Though it was pretty funny when they ran one of the "can my butt get any bigger" ads right after one pushing their new giant meatball sub dripping with meat, sauce, and cheese.

Way to go with the mixed messages there, Subway.
elasait
Dec. 23rd, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
You write symphonies in your sleep, I try to get to Pennsic having forgotten half our stuff...I spent a chunk of last night's sleep making a list longer than my left arm of things I could acquire at either the Wal-Mart in Newcastle or in the merchant area. I distinctly remember merrily telling someone that I was about to test the theory that you can show up at Pennsic with nothing but a wallet full of money/credit cards and end up with everything you need for a productive SCA life.
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