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Musings of a migraine-soaked mind. (episode 1)

Migraines are painful. Light hurts. Smells you’d pay money for leave you cold.

And then….there’s the goofball things you think of, because migraines also mean thoughts that make no sense at all. Some are just..impossible to share. This one though? This was funny.

I started my dishwasher. This is wondrous event, because I often forget I have one and ignore my dishes, and then think about how nice it would be to have a machine that washes my dishes for me — oh yeah. That’s called a dishwasher. And I have one in my kitchen. I’m not in the Stone Age. Yay!

So, as I said before my ADD tangent, I started the dishwasher.

A few minutes later it burped. I don’t know why it burped. I don’t recall feeding it root beer. I fed it soap and dishes.

Maybe soap and dishes are a dishwasher’s burp fuel. I wouldn’t know; I’m not a dishwasher.

What does my brain make of this? Emergent intelligence.

“If the dishwasher burps, it’s an emergent intelligence.” — My brain

Yeah. Sure. It’s a dishwasher, you goofball.

I learned about emergent intelligences from Star Trek. I’m so full of Star Trek, I half expect Spock to stumble out of one of my ears.

I guess this (mentally turning my dishwasher into an AI) was the happy medium between saying nothing, and giving birth to full grown Vulcans from my ear.

Maybe I can now explain that it’s the massive amount of Star Trek inside of my head that’s causing my migraines. I’ve got several entire starship crews in my head, Doc. Of course it hurts.

Migraines are awesome, like I said. My thoughts make no sense at all. O_o