This is not about my neighbors having loud sex. Or not JUST about.

Trying to focus on getting... well, anything done, and I keep sinking back into spinning my mental wheels; this week's go-round is the old standby of "who do you think you are? [to think you can ___]", with the twist that it's been getting into "who does anybody think they are?", and a sort of existential puzzlement about how people come out thinking that what's going on inside them is of any damn consequence whatsoever to the external world. Too many years of being told that I wasn't having X reaction emotionally or physically instead of getting any redress regarding said reaction have taken their toll on my ability to conceptualize myself as an active agent in my own existence, I think...

...My head is a very weird place and should probably be studied.

...what was that?

...George had a turn just there where the screen suddenly went blank. I don't think he'd just dozed off, because he didn't start flashing his power-light and he didn't come round when I closed him for a few moments (he did start flashing the sleep-light then), but holding the power key down brought the screen from "power on but no one home" grey to "definitely off" black, and then he started back up and seems to be all right now. Anyone out there with MacBook experience know if this sounds like I should book him for a checkup at the mothership? (Since he's obviously still under warranty...)