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The problem with trying to write a post of any length or complexity in the tired wambly just-before-bed interval is that one may sit down at the computer with a nice orderly mental list of things one wants to say, but in the stormy seas of composition, one's mental list develops some leaks, and starts pitching and yawing and taking on water, and important items slide off the deck and into the sea, lost to view, and then one wakes up with a jolt at 2 in the morning and says to oneself, "Self, you frelling moron, in describing things people kindly gave you this weekend you completely forgot to mention what you meant to start out with when you sat down, namely the lovely little box of miniature liqueur-filled chocolate bottles given to you by Ms. [livejournal.com profile] popfantastic, getting to spend time with whom was absolutely one of the highlights of the weekend, and whose gift you have already been sampling with great pleasure while thinking about what an amazingly nice person she was to bring it for you, and did we mention you are a frelling moron," and then one hauls ass out of bed to write up a 2 a.m. entry of guilt and remorse and run-on sentences.

(And the bottles are indeed wee and lovely and chocolately and filled with all different kinds of liquors and liqueurs, and there is a label on the box they came in that says "Legal Only Where Liquor Filled Confectionary Permitted Under State Law," which I love both for its tautology and also because, having no *idea* if Liquor Filled Confectionary is Permitted under the laws of my state, I feel all racy and reckless and scofflaw-like consuming them. And thank you again, [livejournal.com profile] popfantastic, you are a gem and a delight.)

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Date: 2005-04-06 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nagasvoice.livejournal.com
I suspect chocolate of sufficient intensity erases itself from the vocalizing parts of memory.
So while you retain sense-memory of having consumed it, and hug it gently to self--"oh gee, what a lovely taste that was!" the idea of *telling anyone else about it* runs counter to brain function and probably all the important laws of the universe too.
See, that's why it was so tough to get up and talk about it.
And yes, I find responding to alarm clocks at 6 am directly counter to most of the laws of physics too.

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