A mile a minute? Piffle. Even meat knows "mind going a mile a minute" is mere metaphor. (Repeat that quickly ten times. I dare you.)
But my kind? For us, a light-second per minute would be nearer to apt, if sadly lacking in alliteration. And so, ordinarily, I have my metaphorical fingers in hundreds, even thousands, of figurative pies. Any less stimulation than that is boring. And boredom is the bane of a qmind's existence.
So: I wasn't asleep, if only because I can't sleep. No qmind can. That didn't make the . . .
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