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mmm, insomniac ramblings... - Diary of a Necromancer
Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense, you're just not keeping up
mmm, insomniac ramblings...
....Um, no, still not in bed from the point where I woke up in the previous post, for some reason. Brain-weasels are firmly entrenched on the hamster-wheel of "too tired to calm down and sleep", and keep poking me to check my email because It's Too Quiet And Everyone Must Have Died. I've been trying to remind them that this is probably because most of the people who might conceivably be emailing me on the average day have lives that include attempts at sleep schedules, but they're not having any of it. It's the part where they're threatening to write an academic paper about "perceived threats to the construction of real-world identity in an online age" that begins to worry me... Or I may have just missed a few too many knitting meetings and I need to Get Out More, whichever.


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ljgeoff From: ljgeoff Date: February 3rd, 2010 03:48 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
That sounds like an interesting paper.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: February 4th, 2010 06:16 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
I realized that part of why I was freaking out about Events Referenced In A Previous Post is that it's not supposed to work that way around: somewhere along the line my default identity became the online persona, and I'm actually kind of weirded out at the idea of coming to that from the meatspace direction. (I would honestly have been less surprised by "...and turned up at the door in a pink gorilla suit", FFS.) And because pretty much literally everyone I know, I know from online, the threat of an interruption to that connection such as a computer issue or my paranoid worries about whether the guy with the snowshovel I let in at the back gate last night was actually affiliated with our condo maintenance or was I going to come home and find the place cleared out -- and I wasn't all that worried on one level, because the Mac's locked to the desk -- becomes a direct threat to the Self in a very weird way which I should probably look into getting therapy for. Maybe I should shake the internet jungle-drums and see if anybody could find me a shrink... :)
huskyfriends From: huskyfriends Date: February 3rd, 2010 09:02 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Wow... your brain is as scary as mine sometimes. Hopefully you canget some sleep. I managed eight hours last night, did not fall asleep until 2am... but eh.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: February 4th, 2010 06:19 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
I ran myself up against having only 6 hours available before I had to get up and get it together for a different knitting-group, but it seems to have calmed them down a bit. Overtired brain-weasels are the worst, they're like little kids who WON'T go down for that nap...
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