neuronal conversations

Our brains, the cool things that they are, are made up of so many neurons, it isn't even funny. What's cooler is that we, at a certain point in time, have way more neurons than we need. Our brains, the cool things that they are, get rid of these extra neurons (the existence of which has a completely valid reason I shan't go into cuz I can't remember all the details and my Biopsychology textbooks are a. too far away and b. under a bunch of other textbooks and I'm still recovering...more on this later...) - a process called apoptosis, which is kinda like neuronal (in this case) suicide.

The reason I brought this up - 37.5 hours of data entry which I've been doing at my internship place. I am completely aware of the fact that it has to be done, and that what I'm doing is important, so that all these lovely people can be contacted for future projects and stuff. But oh. My. God. I swear, I can almost hear this conversation in my head (completely fictional cuz I'm pretty sure apoptosis doesn't work like this...):

Neuron 1: Oh. My. God. Kill me now. I haven't been used in the longest time. I've almost forgotten what an action potential feels like! *wistfully gazes at Neuron 2*

Neuron 2: Neuron 1, is that...you? Haven't heard from you in forever! Helloooo!!

Neuron 1: Hmmm...looks like Neuron 1 is trying to say something, but what??

Neuron 2: I don't know how much more of this data entry I can take. I am trained to make sense of complicated journals and pages of numbers and things with names that are so long, learning how to spell them takes forever. HOMOSCEDASTICITY!! The subtests of WAIS-III and WISC-IV!

...Okay, I got bored. Basically, the neurons figured they'd try greener pastures and proceed to off themselves in desperation. It's harsh, I know - but seriously, anyone can do data entry. I need more stimulation.

There's a deck chair with my name on it. Bliss.