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Migraines, makeup, and RuPaul. (episode 2)

Someone in a community I’m part of mentioned having a dream about RuPaul.

The dream wasn’t that exciting, it was kinda odd, like many dreams are.

Anyway, since I’d read about this in the midst of a migraine, this triggered a thought.

The thought was an image of RuPaul chasing me down the street with a blush brush, yelling something about how it wasn’t a dragon…so come back here and stop running.

I don’t like makeup so much. If it glitters I love it, but I still won’t put it on. This has been vexing to some people in the past.

I love that goofy image though. And migraine-tastic thoughts still make no sense. lol


edit: So my friend says that there are staffers to do that for her now. So my response was this:

But see, she’d have to do it because I wouldn’t listen to anyone else. I ran away from all the staffers. So she got up, grabbed the blush brush, and chased me down the street herself.

Yeah. (Or something.)

So, in extending an idea that already made no sense, have I made more sense, or less sense? So many questions.

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