#lightsabermode

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Current level of sleep dep: giggling too hard at “Why was Eight afraid of Nine? BECAUSE NINE TEN ELEVEN”

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Yep I am definitely in full-on lightsabermode, giggling at how comically unsubtle the concept of Zeltron is

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yep I am officially in lightsabermode, going from a NSFW silly idea to beatboxing chimp-noises

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Things my brain does while sleep deprived #2: trying to mashup Billie Jean with My Milkshake Brings All The Boys To The Yard, or at least setting the latter's vocals to the melody.

Except I don't actually know the lyrics to Milkshake so my brain's sort of going "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, milkmilkmilkshake boys to the yard to the yardyardyard milk boys to the yard"

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that state of sleep dep where I'm aware of how ridiculous "WHY WAS EIGHT AFRAID OF NINE? BECAUSE NINE TEN ELEVEN!" is, but this is not enough to stop me from giggling madly over it

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Damn you Andrew Hussie

Every time I've seen the word "computer" today

my brain wants to edit it to "compuner"

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Singing "I'm A Member Of The Midnight Crew" at 7 AM because I couldn't sleep so I just decided not to bother.

(also should make a version sung by a woman since it references "my little wife" because lesbians. In fact it should be Yuugi because Parsee is littler than Yuugi. I am drunk on sleep dep. I NEED SCISSORS, SIXTY-ONE)

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A "keep meaning to post this" dream diary

I dreamed that I was in some sort of house in shared living arrangements with a group of other people around my age -- classmates or something. At some point, I achieved God-Tier as the full-fledged Hero of Space (c.f. Homestuck). And/or so did some of the others; it was kind of unclear about that. But then one of the guys, whose name was Zack, stabbed one of the girls (possibly named Amy) to death while he, she, and I were the only ones in the house. I retaliated by using my space-powers to teleport myself into a position and velocity from whence I dropkicked him at ridiculously high speeds. When the others got back, they seemed pretty chill about the fact that one of them was a "traitor" (to what, exactly?) who had flat-out murdered one of us and subsequently gotten killed by another one of us. When I woke up, I pondered all the myriad ways I could have used my powers to ensure that this situation went differently/better. In my still-sort-of-half-asleep state, I bemoaned the fact that Zack was frankly sort of objectifying Amy when she was actually ... uh ... a figment of my imagination who would cease to exist once I forgot about this dream. I didn't know what to say, man! And then I woke up more fully, and at that point my priorities were now grousing about how little sleep I'd actually gotten ...