Help! My Brain is all Implody!
I’m having an issue with time management. More to the point, the Universe is messing with me.
I know, blaming an amorphous, omnipotent entity for my inability to write is, perhaps, an escapist path of thought. I stand by my blame casting.
After all, why would I want to take responsibility for not meeting my goals?
I could blame work (and I will). It’s been more than its normal craziness. I get home and I can’t concentrate – on anything.
I’m ready to take the dog, run away, and find a well-appointed cave to hide from my responsibilities and my goals.
First, have to find cave.
Second, have to pack up everything I like and bring it with me.
Third, make sure the dog’s treats and things are ready to go.
Four, pack the cat – to keep the dog company.
Fifth? Too much thinking the brain just imploded.
Must reboot now.