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My brain hurts.
2000-05-12 09:59:13

...myself. Must be some sort of obsessive compulsive former English major thing.

(For those of you just tuning in, last night I was feeling very tired, and a little bit silly. I vowed to write yesterday's entry using only the twelve minutes remaining before midnight. At midnight, I was in the middle of a sentence. The above bit is me being once again a little too obsessive compulsive for my own good, and finishing last night's line of thought. And, yes. It does occur to me now that it would have been far more clever of me to write until 11:59. I guess you'll just have to trust me on this one. Even though the date on yesterday's entry says it was written 5/12, it was really written very very late 5/11.)

***

D. called in again today. I think I am now justified in feeling a little bit upset. Putting aside the whole "is he sick or just really lazy" issue, either way, this is starting to get expensive. He didn't even work 20 hours this week. How are we supposed to save money if he won't even try to go to work occaisionally?

OK, that was a little harsh. But he is so going in Monday, even if he's dying.

***

I was making my brain hurt this morning, thinking about parallel dimensions. I do that sometimes. I get completely wrapped up in one of those elementary level pseudointellectual debates. "Wow, man. What if we just think we exist?" is another one of my favorites.

Today, though, it was parallel dimensions. Just think about it. No, seriously. Don't just dismiss me, dammit. I want you to spend a minute thinking about an infinite number of parallel dimensions. Infinite.

For every decision you've ever made, there's another dimension exactly like this one, except you made the opposite decision. A lot of the dimensions are very similar, of course. The dimension where Ana had toast yesterday is probably almost exactly like the one where she didn't. Maybe it isn't, but if I even start thinking along those lines, I end up curled under my bed in a foetal position. That's just plain scary. It's better, at least at first, to only worry about the major decisions.

I daysream sometimes about somehow getting all the possible mes into a room together. I could interview them, and ask what happened when I went to some other college instead. When I decided to try to find an apartment in Milwaukee a little longer before giving up and taking the apartment here. When I decided not to date D. When I had the toast. Maybe I could figure out where I went wrong, and get myself back into a position where I could get things right again. Or, maybe I'm doing the best out of all of the possible mes. I find that very hard to believe, but maybe.

So, yeah. Think about it. If I've made your brain hurt now too, I'm sorry. I promise to be less existential tomorrow.

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