{"id":674,"date":"2011-03-11T17:50:00","date_gmt":"2011-03-11T22:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mindonmed.com\/2011\/03\/theres-a-creepy-naked-guy-in-your-brain.html"},"modified":"2011-08-25T17:35:58","modified_gmt":"2011-08-25T22:35:58","slug":"theres-a-creepy-naked-guy-in-your-brain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/old.mindonmed.com\/2011\/03\/theres-a-creepy-naked-guy-in-your-brain.html","title":{"rendered":"There’s a Creepy Naked Guy in Your Brain"},"content":{"rendered":"
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One weekend during my Neuro block last semester, while I was busy trying to figure out what the heck a heinously disproportionate and frightening naked guy named Homunculus<\/a> was doing living in my brain*, my 16 year old sister, Madison, came to visit. When I mentioned that 2013, the year I have to leave school behind and get a big-kid job, seemed like light-years away she kindly reminded me that the world would be coming to abrupt end on December 21, 2012, so I shouldn’t worry about it. I pulled out my collection of notes and books from that 10-week block and decided right then and there that, should the world end in 2012, the Mayans and I would be be sitting down for a serious discussion when I caught up with them in the promised land<\/i>. Someone better call Peter and Paul to make sure things don’t get outta hand…b<\/span>ecause I wanted a degree to show for all those brain wrinkles, dangit.**<\/span>

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At the end of that block a package arrived at my doorstep. I figured it was a goody package from my mom  (yes, my mom still sends me candy and cards and decorations and restaurant certificates for almost every, single holiday and it. is. awesome.), but it was actually a gift from my sister.
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A giant, 1 pound<\/i> (ONE POUND!) marshmallow brain…<\/span><\/div>\n


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