TAY: Weekend Forum

*Whispers* Sssh, the cat is sleeping. Welcome to the Weekend Forum. Now, please be considerate, and try not to wake it, alright?

So, speaking of exhaustion and tiredness and all that, let's talk about your brain on lack of sleep. Now, I've always personally hated the "Oh, I guess I was just tired" excuse for one's mistakes, but last night I found myself using that. I was writing to someone, and then stopped to check what kind of crazy nonsense I was spouting out . . . after I hit "send". Ugh, I felt like a moron. I think I repeated the same adverb three times in the same sentence. And well, after feeling a bit disappointed about that, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Have you ever caught a glimpse of yourself when you're exhausted? Say, after a long day, you just sit down, watch/play something, and then suddenly became a bit self-conscious about your thought process? I did once. It was hilarious. Probably even more so than it should since I was tired, you know? I found out my syntax essentially degenerates into its simplest form, and I apparently say "dude" and "like" a lot. The frequency with which I make seizure jokes also seems to increase, and I'll laugh at the dumbest things. Then, if I'm up for extended periods of time, say, 35-40+ hours without sleeping, my fingers start twitching, I'll get a nervous tic in my left eye, and I'll even have moments where I seemingly can't think. It's pretty crazy, actually.

I was over at a friend's house years back, doing a TLoZ marathon, and we tried to see how long we could last without stopping. Of course, we're not completely stupid, and took small breaks occasionally. We'd take turns using the exercise bike, or maybe go outside for a bit, and so on. Eventually, we got tired of Ocarina (We were at the Shadow Temple when we decided to give up due to our inability to think) and popped in a movie. Now, I've never been under the influence of pretty much anything. I've never been drunk, and I've never used drugs . . . Mostly because us winners don't use drugs. But I swear, watching Kung Pow: Enter The Fist on a morning like that was . . . surreal. It was the weirdest thing ever. After it ended, I called my parents to pick me up. And they did, but we had to stop by a Lowe's or something since my father was doing a home project. And well, I passed out on those huge wooden sheet things. Fun times.

Something something something, here's the part where I tell you to check out TAY Classic, read the TAYtorial (In case you haven't the slightest clue of what to do here), and update your TAYlendar if you know of any upcoming events you'd like to notify people of. Have a great weekend everyone!