I was lying down on bed, trying to sleep, because when you fail at modifying the speed of rotation of the earth, the position of the sun, or your own location by means of teleporting, the only thing left to do to fight the jet lag in your own home town is to keep trying.
It’s just better for my head when I’m awake during the day and asleep during the night. I’m actually a morning person. I just haven’t been acting like one lately. I’m not insomniac, it’s just that my brain thinks I live in the pacific islands. It happened because I was insomniac for a while though. But thankfully that’s not the case, no, I actually sleep over 10 hours a day. Day being the keyword.
As I looked at the ceiling cat and the fluorescent lightbulb in my bedroom, and the ideas kept buzzing like annoying mosquitos when I’m supposed to be sleeping, my brain kept going from flatline to finding the question to the answer to life the universe and everything. I had such an epiphany, that it justified me getting out of bed and turning on the computer to type it out in my word processor, only I had forgotten it by then. Oops.
It was something about empathy, the universe, the NPCization of people, you know, along those lines.
But I think I should work on a brain printer first.
And, oh yeah, getting my sleep back on track.