SCENE: 11pm. Amanda has changed into her pyjamas, turned out the lights, and has snuggled under the covers. Her eyes close and she looks forward to drifting off to sleep.
Manda’s Brain: Conway’s ameliorative punishment is significant because x, y, z. And its influence can be seen in a, b, c.
*Manda’s brain continues to recite an entire paragraph that would be perfect for Amanda’s paper.*
Amanda: Grrr. Really?! Now?
*Amanda rolls over and tucks the cover up over her head.*
*Manda’s brain begins to formulate the next paragraph.*
*Amanda throws off the covers and fumbles for the light switch, and with squinting eyes, opens up her laptop. Type, type, type.*
Amanda: There. Done. Now I can go to bed.
*Amanda shuts the laptop, turns off the light, and crawls back into bed.*
Manda’s Brain: You know, while we’re at it, here’s a beautiful paragraph for that other paper you’re writing.
Amanda: No. I’m going to bed. It is time to sleep. Be quiet.
Manda’s Brain: But this is really good.
Amanda: I don’t care.
Manda’s Brain: Yes you do care.
Amanda: Fine. I care. I’ll care more in the morning.
Manda’s Brain: No you won’t.
Amanda: Yes I will.
Manda’s Brain: You know that abyss in “Inside Out” where thoughts and memories are annihilated?
Manda’s Brain: That’s where I’ll punt this beautiful paragraph if you don’t get up right now and write it down.
Amanda: You wouldn’t do that. You’ll file it away, nice and safe, and I’ll remember it in the morning.
Manda’s Brain: Oh, I would so totally do it. You’ll be asleep. You won’t be able to stop me.
Amanda: I don’t care. I’ll come up with an even better idea tomorrow.
Manda’s Brain: Are you sure about that? Where did I put that writer’s block?
*Manda’s brain begins softly whistling.*
Amanda: You wouldn’t.
Manda’s Brain: Tomorrow’s your writing day, right? No classes. Just writing. You have big plans to get lots accomplished.
Amanda: You wouldn’t sabotage that! There’s only two weeks left in the semester!
Manda’s Brain: Found the writer’s block, now to set an alarm so that it activates at 8am and lasts til…oh I don’t know, how’s 24 hours?
Amanda: NO!!!! Fine. I’ll get up and write it down.
*Grumpily, Amanda throws off the covers, fumbles for the light switch and opens her laptop.*
Amanda: You know, I really hate you sometimes.
Manda’s Brain: You know you love me.
Amanda: Okay, what was the paragraph again?
Manda’s Brain: …oh wait…um…
Manda’s Brain: Hang on…I’ve got it…Oh right. Here we go!
*Amanda types out the paragraph, hits save, and shuts the laptop.*
Amanda: Are we done? Can I go to sleep now?
Manda’s Brain: Yup. All done.
Amanda: Are you sure? If I climb into bed, close my eyes and you start jabbering again, I’m going to ignore it. I don’t care if the idea ends up in the abyss of forgotten ideas to be annihilated.
Manda’s Brain: I’m sure. Go to sleep. I’ll be fine.
*Amanda turns off the light, climbs into bed, pulls the covers over her head and closes her eyes.*
Manda’s Brain: Hey Amanda.
Manda’s Brain: Do you worry about what people would think about this?
Amanda: You mean, do I worry about what people may think about the fact that I have internal arguments with myself?
Manda’s Brain: Yeah. What would your husband, the psychologist, say?
Amanda: *laughing* Are you kidding? We’re completely normal compared to him. At least this conversation is happening internally. When he’s in writing mode he paces back and forth and has the argument out loud. We’ve got nothing to worry about. Good night Manda’s Brain, I love you.
Manda’s Brain: I love you too. Good night.