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MMmmmmmmmm. Sleeeeeeeeeeep.Quantitative and qualitative analysis leads irrevocably to one simplistic solution:Cessation of existance. Cheri, eat! I know for a fact my brain is biodegradable. I can feel it degrading. I feel faintly drugged. The part of my nervous system that makes it more and more uncomfortable when you have stopped breathing seems to have turned off early last night. I tested this by holding my breath for 30 or so seconds. No discernable discomfert. I just got scared that I was killing off more brain cells than usual. This is a problem, especially considering the rate at which I normally use up and throw away brain cells. Like tissue paper. I still breathe when I'm not paying attention (I assume), it's just easy for me to stop at any time. This worries me. I worry that I know have an easy way to reduce myself to vegetable status. One of these days I'll get bored and stupid and see how long I can hold my breath, and you'll find me face-down in a pool of vomit. If you're lucky, I'll remember who you are, and cling to you desperately, and you'll have to devote the rest of your lives to taking care of me. If not, I'll attack you, and with hysterical strength rip you in twain. Or tear you asunder. Whichever, it will hurt. I saw Spike and Mike's Festival of Sick and Twisted Animation last night. Very entertaining. I saw Deconstructing Harry the night before last. Also very entertaining. For those of you who don't know, I will be taking a trip to Isreal at the end of the month. From the 25th to the 31st. My grandmother's 90th birthday is on the 29th, so of course I have to attend. Ought to be interesting. Especially since my Hebrew skills are amazingly rusty from long disuse. I'll have to carry a pocket Hebrew/English dictionary with me everywhere I go. Um. I have no more to say. Pity me. You can just see the brain cells rotting.
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