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So today Sarah's grandparents took us out to supper, and I had a bit of an inner dialogue (trialogue?) when we got our food. It went thus;
Me: What is going on, stomach? It is six o'clock and there is food here to eat.
Stomach: BLAARGH NOOOO TOO SOON BLAAARGH I CAN'T DO IT
Me: What are you going on about?
Brain: Um. 'Scuse me.
Me: What?
Brain: (flips desperately through papers) Uh, do you remember eating supper for the past half week?
Me: ...what
Brain: Because I'm pretty sure that we didn't. Or breakfast.
Me: whut.
Brain: I'm sure that I had supper scheduled or something. Between work and sleep, maybe? I think I misplaced something... (rummages through pockets.)
Me: asdhoglwkgg
SO I GUESS MY METABOLISM IS MESSED UP. But I have a very clear mental image of what (an anthropomorphic representation of) my brain looks like and will try to NOT FORGET MEALS in the future. And I have something to draw tomorrow, if I remember it!
I hate ironing forever. It takes forever because I am very anal about it and it is so unnecessary.
Jumping topics to Megaman, something that I love in games is totally inconsequential little details. There's a thing in this game called a 'Humor Chip,' and if you equip it and press the button to talk to Megaman instead of the usual, 'This is what you should be doing,forgetful player Lan' he makes awful jokes! XD PUNS, ladies and gentlemen. And some of them are actually clever. Did I mention I like good wordplay? And it's only improved by the fact that Lan tells him he's awful and that he should rip out his batteries for his terrible jokes. 8D I should transcribe a few for you guys so you can be all, 'I wish
eibborn had batteries so I could rip them out. >|'
I totally found Niente in my jacket pocket. I guess she's been missing since April!
Me: What is going on, stomach? It is six o'clock and there is food here to eat.
Stomach: BLAARGH NOOOO TOO SOON BLAAARGH I CAN'T DO IT
Me: What are you going on about?
Brain: Um. 'Scuse me.
Me: What?
Brain: (flips desperately through papers) Uh, do you remember eating supper for the past half week?
Me: ...what
Brain: Because I'm pretty sure that we didn't. Or breakfast.
Me: whut.
Brain: I'm sure that I had supper scheduled or something. Between work and sleep, maybe? I think I misplaced something... (rummages through pockets.)
Me: asdhoglwkgg
SO I GUESS MY METABOLISM IS MESSED UP. But I have a very clear mental image of what (an anthropomorphic representation of) my brain looks like and will try to NOT FORGET MEALS in the future. And I have something to draw tomorrow, if I remember it!
I hate ironing forever. It takes forever because I am very anal about it and it is so unnecessary.
Jumping topics to Megaman, something that I love in games is totally inconsequential little details. There's a thing in this game called a 'Humor Chip,' and if you equip it and press the button to talk to Megaman instead of the usual, 'This is what you should be doing,
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I totally found Niente in my jacket pocket. I guess she's been missing since April!