some guy (self) wrote,
some guy
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that wacky bandicoot

My computer usually crashes at night, and it's been showing all the signs that it's going to any minute now. Nothing's terribly stable. But I've got good stuff downloading, and a very long time before it finishes. So, I'd like it not to die.

This pretty much adds up to "I can't sleep."

I'm completely exhausted, don't get me wrong. But I can only stay in bed for maybe two minutes before the suspense gets to me and I have to check to see if we've locked up yet.

The zen-master-in-the-back-of-my-head tells me to just yank the power cord from the wall so I won't have to worry about the system failing. ...which is precisely the sort of reason why I never listen to that guy.



Thoughts that amuse me right now:
  • "The suspense probably is killing me."
  • "System stability prevents me from crashing."
  • "I'd like to crash, but I can't, 'cause I might crash."
  • "My car has tires."
  • "Wha? Uhh.. Hahahahaha."

...and you know it's time to sleep, 'cause two of those were the same joke, neither of 'em at all funny, but I'm still laughing. And then we get a half-punchline with no lead-in, followed by more laughter because my monosyllabic confusion sort of rhymed.

Yup. I'm gonna be mighty proud of this entry someday.

*sigh*

I'd delete the whole section, but it spontaneously captured a reversion through my youth back into infancy, and I think the transcript will come in handy if I'm ever in therapy.
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