I think he's back.
So I just called trying to make an appointment for a fluid replacement and tune-up at my local Jiffy Lobe, but because of some stupid Cerebellumbration! promotion they've got going on, they're all booked up until next week. Don't they know my brain needs more maintenance than the average brain? It keeps slipping out my ears. That can't be normal.
Plus, gross.
If this continues I'm going to have to resort to eating other people's brains in an effort to shore up my own, and let's face it: it'd make me a lot less popular. Nobody likes their brains to be eaten, no matter how badly they're underutilizing them. And as much as zombies are all trendy and funny right now, people don't actually want you to devour their precious gray matter. Selfish, really.
So now on to option two: Figure out how to get a mousetrap in through my ear canal to catch whatever is digging around in my brain so that I can get back to work. Should be an exciting weekend. Hope yours is lovely, too!
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I'd offer you my brain, but I think it'd make your problem worse. Not functioning on all cylinders myself these days.
Does all that brain commotion cause seizures or just stop the flow of ideas.
Kiersten, I empathize. But fear not--there's a solution! You see, a few months ago my critique and writing group, the Modern Myth Makers (or TriMu), donated our brains to one of our number's revision efforts. After much pickling and a few explosions--two brains were utterly destroyed and quite messy to clean up--we were soon unable to remember whose brain was whose. I was forced to "reborn" fresh brains in the oven with some Sculpy clay (like they do with those realistic-looking dolls, only hey! realistic-looking gray matter!). Now, reborned brains come out hollow, but darn if that doesn't mean there's plenty of space for a muse to decorate, ideas to percolate, and words to fill up until they overflow like some wicked-cool Mentos and Coke ballet...
Sarah--I doubt that : )
Lotus--It just makes me very, very tired and dull.
Other Sarah--I like your style...
Uh-oh. I think you caught my brain monster. I just had a bad case of it myself. Guess it's contagious.
On the upside, I'm all better now. (Doesn't that cheer you up?)
I think that said mousetrap should involve (as should ANY home project) a bowling ball, a chicken, and a series of pulleys. You would catch the brain monster, AND have a fun time watching it be captured.
...If you're inside your brain like I am sometimes.
I SHOULD have a good weekend, thank you! There is MUCH MUCH exciting writing on the horizon! Hooray for reaching the gripping conclusion of my first draft!
Whoa! Weird stuff! Just received a direct communication from Kiersten's Brain...
Whirl, you are my favorite. And I had no idea my brain wore such ridiculous glasses. The things you learn...
I can't believe Jiffy Lobe was booked until next week. Don't they understand the emergency nature of brainular maintenance?
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