So, this worked, but only in the way where you ask someone not to run over your toes and they don't, but only because they then shoot you in the kneecaps, instead.
I think I've successfully kicked three of them back into the abyss. One is still gnawing at my ankles, another is tugging on my arm and making pathetic noises, and I think yet another is scratching at the door, but I don't really notice them because I'm staring at the two word documents I've got open and wondering, through a fog of some sort of numb shock, where, exactly, all of that text came from.
Where are these coming from? What is prompting my Brain to spew out such utterly bizarre and, in some case, slightly disturbing, ideas? More importantly, WHY DOES IT ALWAYS WIN?
ahaha, I have an essay due tomorrow and, for some reason or another, I haven't started it yet. At least it doesn't need to be very long.
I think I've successfully kicked three of them back into the abyss. One is still gnawing at my ankles, another is tugging on my arm and making pathetic noises, and I think yet another is scratching at the door, but I don't really notice them because I'm staring at the two word documents I've got open and wondering, through a fog of some sort of numb shock, where, exactly, all of that text came from.
Where are these coming from? What is prompting my Brain to spew out such utterly bizarre and, in some case, slightly disturbing, ideas? More importantly, WHY DOES IT ALWAYS WIN?
ahaha, I have an essay due tomorrow and, for some reason or another, I haven't started it yet. At least it doesn't need to be very long.