The brain is a poorly understood organ

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List of things I do that have no point or rhyme or reason or meaning but are compulsive and necessary:

• Say “you are the cat!” to the cat, often
  
• Count while peeing as if the number when I finish is significant
  
• Rest one hand on the gearshift while driving although I have not driven stick for many years
  
• Look at pretty girls
  
• Continue through a story doggedly even when I realize everyone has heard it
  
• Shake a bottle of pills slightly before taking one
  
• Spin the vinyl backwards when putting a vinyl record on a turntable
  
• Get up every day and live my life in the absence of evidence that it’s meaningful
  
• Take a toothpick from the restaurant front counter
  
• Try to repair damaged friendships
  
• Bark at dogs
  

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I tell the pig that he is the PIIIIIG a lot. I call Una "The Dog" a lot.

I count... things. Lots of things. It's all SIGNIFICANT. The ghosts won't get me if I end on a 9. =)

I wish I had a gearshift.

I look at pretty girls and wish I were them.

I like listening to all stories, even when I've heard them, unless they're told by someone I hate. Doesn't happen much because people I don't like end up in the murder hole.

Meaningful life, I dunno. You have one in ways I wish mine were meaningful in, and vice versa, I'm sure.

I only take wrapped toothpicks.

Bark constantly.

Talk like cartoon characters.

Sleep too much.

Eat. I hate eating right now. =/

"Shux, this ``bell'' bizness is a big fake - here I been tinkling like a toot-ache and I dun't get no risponse from ``ignatz'' - foowa foowa"