I try to do my part... On the West Coast, so there will need to be some interesting memory rewrites should I ever succeed, but I try.
I'm trying to remember the name a of girl I went to high school with. It's taken me three-ish weeks to recall her first name (cause it was discussed on b.org earlier, thanks hivemind) and I think I am wrong about her last name and instead thinking of some actress. Why, you might ask? I don't have a single clue. But I am.
Ack, Liese. That would keep me wide awake and up and out of the room, I think. Or turning all the lights on and stalking around with a broom or something.
Definitely not sleeping, though.
ETA:
Why, you might ask? I don't have a single clue. But I am.
Oh, well, for me it would be because it'd bug me that I knew that there was a brain cell with that very info. refusing to give it up. I hate that. Even if it's the most useless piece of info. ever.
All the lights are on, yup. But I can't leave the room, because he was running very fast in the same direction I would need to go. Of course, that brings up the very compelling question of how I am going to change the dvd, since I am clearly not going to be sleeping.
And hee, it's always bizarre when I have some famous name stuck in my head as if I knew the person instead. It makes me feel like maybe I spend too much time in fictionalland.
Eyeball the path to the DVD player, and then be really loud and stompy when you walk (scamper?) there and back.... is what I would do. I might also loudly verbally threaten, but that could just be me.
Hee. I think he's gone.
Although I don't really know why I think he's male.
And hee, it's always bizarre when I have some famous name stuck in my head as if I knew the person instead.
I felt bloody brilliant finally recalling her name until I Googled and realized I was remembering an actress instead. Her manager might be pleased but I am still waiting for that brain cell to give me the right name.
Not as bad as a free-range spider though.
Ha. Wasn't much for pillow talk, either.
One-night bite?
Huh. Tired leads to goofy. Yoda should have warned me. And kept me from the internets.
Heh.
Spider update! I caught him and showed him to the door. All is now well.