Insomnia Theatre…
No one:
My brain: hey, remember that time you were in a college music class over 20 years ago and the instructor scratched a mosquito bite or whatever on his face, it started bleeding and there was a trickle of blood rolling down, and he smeared it all over his face and your friend sitting next to you LOST IT and so, by default, you did too?
Things I’ve Shouted At My Dog Today (first ever!)
Upon arriving home: “Sadie, hey, that’s my butthole. Why are you suddenly SO INTERESTED in my butthole?”
Insomnia theatre: brain just threw an epic hissy fit about how stupid a lot of default UI is (like windows, it looks like a preschool) and how I loved HyperCard but not PowerPoint or Slides ie whatever because it was soothing, black and white, easy to read. Remembering when Steve Jobs touted original OSX as “lickable.” Like WHY WAS THIS EVEN A THING
and OH GOD is this what getting old is?
I’m already tired of tomorrow’s fireworks.
And the fucker who sets off goddamn mortars for no reason at 3am.
Today I had to send an “I’m not mad, just disappointed” email.
To adults.
About remembering to refill the toilet paper spindle when they empty it.