One of my good friends is another year older today. Happy Birthday Ms. R! :)
I feel groggy today. I imagine this is how Biff Tannon's goons must have felt after they had several bags of sand dropped on their heads simultaneously. I'm relatively certain the cause is simply not having gotten enough sleep lately. We go to bed too late is all.
Still, it leaves me in a strange situation. I'm doing my tasks this morning while running on a sort of hazy autopilot. I know I've performed my work, but I don't really remember the details of anything I've done so far, nor do I suspect I will recall anything else I do today. Keep that in mind if you speak with me and I say something odd. It's likely not me talking; you just had a conversation with the pilot light that keeps my cerebellum warm.
Having said that, I must admit I enjoy the creative zen that occurs when I feel like this. Some of the random thoughts that wander through my mind are truly priceless. If only I could come up with a method of capturing them!
04 March 2009
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Thanks Mr. J.
It's funny that you'd mention BttF II. I saw this in Reader this morning. Hoverboards don't work on water.
My brain's been fuzzy lately too. I've been dragging the past week and it doesn't seem to matter what time I get to bed. I took at nap at 9:30 last night...well actually fell asleep curled up with the kitty while DH was playing Fallout 3, then got up an hour later and went to bed. 6 am came too early today. Maybe it's this uninspiring weather?
Happy Birthday, young'un.
I've actually been quite "deep" in thought this week. A lot on my mind, both the conscious type of meditation and subconscious grinding.
Today, I am possessed of uncommon mental clarity. Probably because I had to write a dummy-proof invoice for our customers. I feel in-charge and confident! Hurrah!
Feeling so hyper! In spite of (because of?) the migraines and other "issues", I've been jittery all week. Ripping the covers around when I sleep, wild dreams, jumping at every sound, panicking, then going into spastic "Daffy Duck" happy moments.
Poor dear, how do you live with me? :)
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