April 3rd, 2019
|04:16 am - Animal brain, no. / ANIMAL BRAIN YES|
There's a tomato in the fridge, because we're going to have tacos later.
(I have not had tacos in like 20 years. That is a separate story.)
But, there's a tomato in the fridge and for some reason my subconscious is like "ARRRR LYCOPEAN SUSTAINS US. GO PICK UP THAT TOMATO AND BITE INTO IT LIKE AN APPLE."
And I'm like, "No. That tomato is for taco and also I am not going to slurpnomf a big juicy tomato, brain. That's weird. You're weird."
And my brain is like, "You're right."
And I'm like, "Thank you."
And my brain is like "YOU SALT IT FIRST. SALT IT UP GOOD. THEN BITE. BITE THE TOMATO. doitdoitdoitbitebitebitebite"
Not for the first time do I silently sit here in a darkened room and try to figure out what the fuck is going on in my head.
[EDIT, HOURS LATER]
Sqrl: "Whatcha doing?"
Woof: "Cuttin' this tomato up for taco."
Sqrl: "...is it entirely cut up?"
Woof: "No, there's this bit here that's like... a third of the tomato, why?"
Sqrl: "...can I eat it."
Woof: "What, plain?"
Sqrl: "No, with salt."
Woof: "...uhhhh. Sure?"
*NOMF NOMF BITE BITE BITE*
Sqrl: "God damn it, that tasted really really good and I'm mad about that."
Brain: "AHAHAHAHA YESSSS I TOLD YOU LYCOPENE WAS VITAL TO OUR EXISTENCE."
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