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sessifetShort explanation: Yeeeeeeedonkey!eeeeeeeeeeeee
Less short explanation:
Walked to work this morning in sub-zero temperatures. I had a mild headache when I got up, but nothing some fresh air wouldn't kill, right? Well, half right. It was pretty much gone by the time I got to the office (it's about 20-30 minutes), but the moment I stepped inside I was hit by the hot air (fascilities've not quite managed to grasp that heating's supposed to make staff comfortable, not parboil them) and my headache returned with a vengeance. We're talking screaming pixies trying valiantly to hammer their way out of my skull and eyeballs, leading to a lovely two hours of squinting, sticking my head under my fleece jumper and softly groaning 'I want to die' every so often while waiting for the painkillers to kick in.
After two hours, they did. There was an almost audible 'ping' in my head and I was okay. Well, the pain had gone. Whether I was (and am) 'okay' or not is a matter of opinion. I've spent the day trying to think (and occasionally talk) over an incessant 'yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' feeling of noise in my head, like the brain has shut off and is broadcasting a test pattern. It's not as bad as during the day in so far that the test pattern is occasionally interrupted by flashes of Things It Wants NOW. Really quite desperately and insistently.
It goes roughly like this.
Brain: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Me: *feeling like important neural pathways are about to snap because this has been going on for hours* ...
Brain: YeeeeeeeeDONKEYeeeeeee
Me: For the love of...what?
Brain: YeeeeeeeeDONKEY?eeeeeee
Me: Yyyyyeah. No.
Brain: YeeeeDONKEY!eeeee
Me: No, you cannot have a donkey. We live in a flat.
Brain: YeeeWANT DONKEYeeeeeee
Me: We'd need a bigger house. One with a yar...no, we're not doing this. We're not getting a donkey!
Brain: YeeeDONKEYeeeDONKEYeeeDONKEYeeeeeDONKEY!
Me: Nnnn. Look, I can't see this working, not even in a bigger place. For one thing, while I might convince best beloved that geese and ducks are a good idea for our Future Dream House, I think he will draw the line at donkeys. I know I am.
Brain: YeeeNODONKEY?eeee
Me: No donkey.
Brain: ...
Brain: WANNADONKEYWANNAWANNADONKEY!
Me: We. Are. Not. Getting. A. Donkey.
Brain: Please?
Me: But...Argh. We can't.
Brain: ...donkey?
Me: ... Sorry.
Brain: Waaaaaaaaah. Donkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey
And this is why I am currently sat here crying because I really wish I had a donkey, if only because it would mean my poor broken brain would shut the hell up about it. You think I could keep on in the bathroom? Surely it's big enough?
Less short explanation:
Walked to work this morning in sub-zero temperatures. I had a mild headache when I got up, but nothing some fresh air wouldn't kill, right? Well, half right. It was pretty much gone by the time I got to the office (it's about 20-30 minutes), but the moment I stepped inside I was hit by the hot air (fascilities've not quite managed to grasp that heating's supposed to make staff comfortable, not parboil them) and my headache returned with a vengeance. We're talking screaming pixies trying valiantly to hammer their way out of my skull and eyeballs, leading to a lovely two hours of squinting, sticking my head under my fleece jumper and softly groaning 'I want to die' every so often while waiting for the painkillers to kick in.
After two hours, they did. There was an almost audible 'ping' in my head and I was okay. Well, the pain had gone. Whether I was (and am) 'okay' or not is a matter of opinion. I've spent the day trying to think (and occasionally talk) over an incessant 'yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' feeling of noise in my head, like the brain has shut off and is broadcasting a test pattern. It's not as bad as during the day in so far that the test pattern is occasionally interrupted by flashes of Things It Wants NOW. Really quite desperately and insistently.
It goes roughly like this.
Brain: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Me: *feeling like important neural pathways are about to snap because this has been going on for hours* ...
Brain: YeeeeeeeeDONKEYeeeeeee
Me: For the love of...what?
Brain: YeeeeeeeeDONKEY?eeeeeee
Me: Yyyyyeah. No.
Brain: YeeeeDONKEY!eeeee
Me: No, you cannot have a donkey. We live in a flat.
Brain: YeeeWANT DONKEYeeeeeee
Me: We'd need a bigger house. One with a yar...no, we're not doing this. We're not getting a donkey!
Brain: YeeeDONKEYeeeDONKEYeeeDONKEYeeeeeDONKEY!
Me: Nnnn. Look, I can't see this working, not even in a bigger place. For one thing, while I might convince best beloved that geese and ducks are a good idea for our Future Dream House, I think he will draw the line at donkeys. I know I am.
Brain: YeeeNODONKEY?eeee
Me: No donkey.
Brain: ...
Brain: WANNADONKEYWANNAWANNADONKEY!
Me: We. Are. Not. Getting. A. Donkey.
Brain: Please?
Me: But...Argh. We can't.
Brain: ...donkey?
Me: ... Sorry.
Brain: Waaaaaaaaah. Donkeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey
And this is why I am currently sat here crying because I really wish I had a donkey, if only because it would mean my poor broken brain would shut the hell up about it. You think I could keep on in the bathroom? Surely it's big enough?
