Sometimes I feel like that strange creature on Ghostbusters whose head spins around manically, eyes popping out like gooped-up marbles. I don’t like the feeling too much. My brain goes on strike. In fact, I start:

1. having trouble making decisions
2. REALLY losing things, as opposed to sort of losing things — this means I have no recollection whatsoever of that paper I had in my hands two seconds ago
3. being bitchy and saying sh*t a lot more than I usually do
4. feeling resentful
5. feeling fat (what’s the connection? I don’t know, but such is life)
6. being stymied about what on earth to tackle next
7. re-writing my to-do list over and over again, in smaller writing, so I can make it at least look shorter

Then, I stop dead in my tracks. I decide, to hell with this, I’ve had it!

Usually, I have to just let everything drop and face the consequences the next day. It’s as if I’m on strike — I don’t really decide to do go on strike, it just happens.

I’m not quite at that point yet. I still have some crazed whirling to do, but I can see it looming, that breaking point when my whole body is screaming at me: IT CAN WAIT TILL TOMORROW!

I am taking some of my own medicine. It’s time to say enough is enough, I’m beat.

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