Doesn't it KNOW it needs sleep? I mean, it's the fucker that knows things. Things like what to do when it's tired. But does it sleep? Noooo. It chats to itself, pondering, turning thoughs around and around. Blah blah blah. It won't shut up!
My brain, clearly, is a girl.
...I think this goes a long way to explaining why I am inexorably attracted to ladies who like ladies.