Cuttin' butter.

I had an insanely brilliant idea for a post last night,
Absolutely brilliant, shockingly brilliant.
By brilliant I mean so funny you'd have laughed your socks off,
so funny that if even if you weren't wearing socks you would have
spontaneously formed socks out of thin air in order to laugh them off.

But I went to sleep,
and forgot.
ALAS!

But I digress,
in times of crisis, or anxiety, or imagined crisis,
or really bad cramps.
I just shut down.

My in person funny still exists but for some reason I lose my ability to post.

Once fixeveverything.exe starts running it seems I must give up lesser processes.
Like the ability to stay online for any length of time,
the ability to return emails,
to eat properly,
and regulate my sleep properly.

Also, when this situation occurs I am gripped by the insane belief,
that my journal has to be ABOUT something.

What the fuck, eris?
Seriously.