BrainSurged

The rousing words on Twitter, Quora and other useless social places for the unsociable and/or quarantined, spurred me into action. Made a brain-damage friendly to-do list app, for personal use, obviously. It looks absolutely unremarkable thus far, and will be updated on GitHub if it ever gets remarkable. In the meantime, what to do about the At-home monsters? In all the articles about the age of social distancing/Covid-19, nobody is complaining about too much socializing. I used to have a minimum of eight hours alone every single day and today is the day 14 of my socializing with three people, minimum, every day. That's three too many! Fun fact: Viricide is the act of killing a virus- also the word for killing one's husband! Ha! I was looking for the word for the latter. I'm not entirely sure this is a real definition or other wives' wishful addition to the English language. Covid-19 doesn't pose that much immediate threat, by comparison. My descriptive idiom is s...

I woke up this morning because my eyelashes rubbed against my bed sheets, noisily. I have heard the term "deafening silence", but I have no notion what silence sounds like. Nothing is ever silent - to me. Perhaps if it were, I wouldn't have this extreme insomnia. I was once suggested ASMR videos to cure my insomnia. Sort of like suggesting having a rope on your neck while you sit on the electric chair! My extreme sensitivity to sounds is socially crippling me (along with my other neuroses). I love my daughter's voice from another room. But when we are in closer proximity, her sweet voice grates my nerves. Feels like she is shredding my scalp like cheese. My son has quite a loud volume for so little a person. I don't even want to think about my husband's voice. He laughs quite a lot - lucky for him, but his laughter makes me want to jump around like crazy frog! He also sings, as a stress-relieving exercise- badly by any damn standard. Which sets o...