you don't say, half-asleep self

[spatch]

It's nice to have the netbook by the bed in case I wake up in the middle of the night and go "OH HAY THERES A THOUGHT" and instead of scribbling down something illegible on a piece of paper that invariably falls off the nightstand anyway, I just type it into a little text file and there you go.

However I still find ways to mess things up marvelously. A recent entry listed a joke setup line and then underneath I swear to god I wrote "...the response should be easy to determine."

So easy, in fact, that I didn't even need to write it down.

WHAT BRILLIANCE COURSES THROUGH THESE NEURONS IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

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[heliopsis.livejournal.com]

I had a dream once in which someone told a hilarious joke. It was the best joke ever. It was so funny, in fact, that I laughed myself awake. I knew I had something wonderful, so I carefully wrote down the joke so I could remember it in the morning.

In the morning, I eagerly read the paper. It contained words. They weren't funny. Not even silly. They didn't make sentences, or even fragments. I recognized what was on the paper, though, as the joke from the dream. I guess you had to be there.

[vylar-kaftan.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and explain jokes to my husband. He says I'm not even using actual words or anything comprehensible. Just the rhythm of sentences.