I normally write when I have something going on in my head.
Today I have a lot going on in my head. But it's like a huge pile of mess. Detangling thoughts out of it would be like pulling threads out of a cargo container full of shredded, discarded shirts.
I don't know what to write now. Every time I type a sentence, the thread gets tangled and I can't finish the thought. So you're stuck reading the ramblings of a very messed up mind at work. I apologise in case I continue to babble much longer.
Nope, cannot babble on too much. Having trouble finishing my own sentences. How do people finish each other's? I wish I could dump this whole pile of crap on someone else to sort through. That would be a very convenient solution indeed. But until I can, this bundle of crazy will not let me sleep without nightmares where I am an undercover agent solving murders committed by serial killers. I am feeling more and more convinced I need a shrink more than this blog.
A reality check for anyone who considers me sane.
Today I have a lot going on in my head. But it's like a huge pile of mess. Detangling thoughts out of it would be like pulling threads out of a cargo container full of shredded, discarded shirts.
I don't know what to write now. Every time I type a sentence, the thread gets tangled and I can't finish the thought. So you're stuck reading the ramblings of a very messed up mind at work. I apologise in case I continue to babble much longer.
Nope, cannot babble on too much. Having trouble finishing my own sentences. How do people finish each other's? I wish I could dump this whole pile of crap on someone else to sort through. That would be a very convenient solution indeed. But until I can, this bundle of crazy will not let me sleep without nightmares where I am an undercover agent solving murders committed by serial killers. I am feeling more and more convinced I need a shrink more than this blog.
A reality check for anyone who considers me sane.
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