Me: okay. Good day. Good movie. Turned in resignation in writing. Time for 12hrs of sleep before renfest, been up for 25, will be good to relax–
My brain: it is my professional opinion that now is the time tO PANIC
Tag: my brain is a rude goblin living under the bridge of my consciousness making occasional weird and unnecessary suggestions
Me: Okay, day off, time for hanging out and watching shows, relaxing, finishing cross stitch, maybe write some fic–
My brain: Your friends all secretly hate your guts. They think you’re annoying and untrustworthy. Die.
Me:…or that.
Me: *is minorly and temporarily inconvenienced*
My brain: Clearly the only solution is to die.
Me: wait what i’m not even that upset why–
My brain: Yep. Die. Be dead. Only way. Gotta.
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