Head, please stop screwing with me. I specifically requested a good dream [see yesterday], and I have to say it hurt my feelings a little bit that you made no effort and have, instead, reacted contrarily.
Maybe it's funny to you, but making me dream of Happiest Times Which Came To Bad Ends, Said Ends Only Remembered Upon Waking is not nice. Have your fun at my expense, but remember who can slowly attack you via her intake apparatuses. Most relevant to last night, having me 'wake up' at various points in my life naked, with friends suddenly next to me and utterly confused as to what's going on, I could go without. It likewise isn't so cute to make me think I've lived out my whole life, am very old, and am being dumped back in time to figure out where I am in my own life, especially when you've completely created some of these points.
Head! Look at me. No, really, look at me. Come on. Let's not be like this. We're better than this.
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Let us commence the slaughter of rebellious cell-clusters at 5 o' the clock sharp!
You are most aggressive in your decision. I admire this.
5 o' tha clock
That blood-brain barrier was getting a little too uppity for everybody's good. "I can protect the brain from poisons!"
Tell it to booze.
I'm calling the BBBBB (Better Blood-Brain Barrier Bureau).
Brain, DOWN!
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