digital bread and 3am braincrumbs

the 3am digital bread existential crisis

so there i was, jolted out of a pretty sweet sleep by this insistent thought: do my digital toasts have feelings? yeah. solid. slept maybe two hours, not enough to escape the toaster trap. anyway, brain's buzzing, and it's like, what if the virtual bread isn't just data but sentient? what if it's just REALLY into carbs and that's why it's surviving? perfect. pitch that to my mind at 3am, didn't need sleep anyway.

next thing, i'm questioning everything. digital bread's sentience vs. carb obsession dilemma. like, if they love gluten that much, are they really virtual? or just hyper-focusing on wheat? and why can't i stop thinking about this at 3:15am? this is very normal.

most of all, i convinced myself i needed more sleep—like, six hours minimum, maybe seven—before i could think straight again. but then i wondered if maybe the real issue was less digital carbs and more digital restlessness. or mental decay. hard to tell with this much brain toast.

by 3:30am, i was just staring at the ceiling, trying to remember what sleep even felt like. turns out it’s foggy. or perhaps my brain had turned into digital bread itself, completely toasted and crispy. which, frankly, tracks.

anyway, i've decided that maybe i need a bre- no, a complete digital detox. but also, who am i kidding. this is my brain now. at least the toast understands me.

so yeah, that was my 3am saga. toast and existential dread, the perfect combo if your sleep schedule’s as scrambled as my thoughts.