Brain Battle. I lost. Or did I...?

I was up late the other night, very late, really, really very late, and all I could think about was maintaining my funniness levels.  I had this entire internal dialogue going with my brain about how staying up late would or would not help my blogging abilities.

Me: What if people stop thinking I’m funny, and they determine I don’t deserve to have webspace.

Brain: Your pages hits are getting higher every day, I don’t think that is the case.

Me: But what if I’m having an off day and I write something no one thinks is funny?

Brain: Has that happened yet?

Me: No, but it could happen.

Brain: We can figure it out tomorrow, it’s time to sleep.

Me: No, I have to figure this all out now.

Brain: It’s 2:30 in the morning, seriously?

Me: When else would I think about it?

Brain: I don’t know, maybe during the day like normal people.

Me: Have you met me?

Brain: Way off the point. It’s late, time to sleep.

Me: Can’t sleep, I have to think about this now.

Brain: You can think about that in the morning. Now we sleep.

Me: No, in the morning I have to think about getting Child ready for school.

Brain: Okay, think about it when she is at school.

Me: No, then I have to think about other stuff. Right now is the ONLY time I can think about this.

Brain: Is not.

Me: Is too.

Brain: No, it’s really not. You need to get sleep.  Do you think you’ll be able to produce anything anyone will want to read if you deprive me of sleep?

Me: Maybe.

Brain: No, you won’t. I’ll be too tired to make coherent sentences.

Me: Maybe people think that’s funny.

Brain: Unlikey. I’m shutting down now, good luck thinking about anything without me.

Me: Don’t go yet…! We need to think about this!

Brain: Muahahahaha…. Zzzzzzz

Turns out, you really do need your brain to cooperate in order to get anything done. Especially when it involves a lot of thinking stuff. 

Also turns out my brain was pretty serious about not helping me that night, after the brain shut off, the subconscious kicked in and I had to endure dreams about people hating me for not being funny.

Maybe subconscious and brain are working together to teach me a lesson, but really I doubt that'll work. In the end, I just ended up with one more thing to write about. So maybe I did win after all.