That thing

[i_am_your_spy]

On the bus to work/at work:

OMG ALL THE IDEAS MUST WRITE
Scrawls down point-form notes in my e-mail drafts
Clear, vivid picture of exactly how things should go

At home in front of the computer:
...

...

...time to check FB again?

Comments

[lienne]

I did this the other day, except it was more like so:

2:30 AM: wake up, compose several paragraphs of delicious torture porn in perfectly lucid prose. Too tired to get up and write it down.

7:30 AM: Wake up again. Remember that there was delicious torture porn in your brain five hours ago. Vaguely recall a few images and maybe a phrase or two. Curse.

[i_am_your_spy]

It's the lurid prose bit that gets me. It's perfectly formed in my brain, and then hours later when I go to write it down, the lurid prose is gone.

(It is kind of torture porn, though. Well, it's torture. And then porn. The two aren't actually all that connected.)

[umadoshi]

So. Frustrating. Why do brains DO that?

[i_am_your_spy]

Because brains are evil. This is the only explanation.