War of the Roses

Sleep came quickly last night and with such depth. The kind of sleep you daydream about. Good sleep. For me however, this was to be good sleep with a show. It seems my right brain was up all night partying with other right brains in a dream bar poker tournament. Normally this would not be a problem, but this was no normal time.

While mister right brain was out getting crazy, my left brain was hard at work processing all the information for my other dreams. (Sort of like watching television with that little picture in picture feature on. Constant distraction from the show you really want to watch.) This is tedious work and she was very upset when my right brain finally showed up at dawn. With only a few tidbits of work remaining, the argument began immediately.

My left brain started to point out all the right brain's indiscretions from time immeasurable to the present. Each in frightening detail. My right brain just stood there and took it. He knows this is not the time to argue with her for this history review. The eyes are about open and they must get ready for active duty. And he is tired too. Very tired.

Because they share a single room studio apartment called cranium manor, there is plentiful time for the balance to be returned. And even though right brain is a touch angered by left brain's whining, he knows it is only because she cares... and because she desperately needs a good night out. Maybe I'll get drunk tonight...you know, throw a little party for my brain and try to get the two halves working together happily again. Or not.