I don’t know what it is about life. There are periods of time when everything goes great. The job is great, your diet is working, you have more good hair days than bad, your dentitst compliments you on your dental hygiene and the dog does as it is told. Then there are other times when nothing goes right, the job is a drag or worse, your friends don’t have time for you, your brain is ensconsed in a permanent fog and all you want to do is watch sitcom reruns and eat Cheetos.

Unfortunately, lately, I’m in the latter phase. My mind is elsewhere. If I could find it I might be able to talk some sense into it. If I could locate the synapses that are currently refusing to fire I could dash off my usual 6-7 posts a week. If I could find my ass with two hands I could get my dreary errands and paperwork done. If I could remember what it was that I was going to do, I could go there.

Although, I’ve managed to dress myself and arrive at work on a daily basis – I’ve remembered to eat (sort of) and I try not to leave the house without make up – I’m still just going through the motions. And it’s annoying the hell out of me. I’m not a slacker by nature, in fact I’m a bit obsessive about getting things done and taken care of, at least for the most part. But I can’t seem to shake the lethargy. I can’t seem to make myself do the things I need to do, want to do.

Nothing grabs me or interests me. I’m null. Void. Empty. This sucks.

Though I’ve pondered what could be the trouble I’ve come up with nothing. There is no terrible situation in my life. No emergencies. Nobody sick or injured. No bill collecters calling me. In fact, even the telemarketers have backed off. My well ordered life seems to be clipping along just fine, without me. Weird huh?

It has occurred to me that my job is bad for my brain. It seems to be this ravenous creature that feeds on fresh brain cells and each day it seems to need more. Each day before I go into that office, I suck in a breath and tell my brain cells to go to sleep, lest they experience the torture of being eaten whilst fully awake. I bumper car my way through the day, thinking mostly of when I can leave and get out of that space. This ain’t good. Yes, I already know this. I am making plans to jump ship, soon. I have a few things I have to finish first. But in the meantime….

I guess what I am trying to figure out is how to wake up my brain cells after I leave the job from hell. They don’t seem to want to rouse after sleeping all day and I really need them. I have been feeding them vitamins and protein drinks, fresh air and good books – but still they waffle. Or maybe they are a waffle. It could be. Anything is possible.

So, during my brain fart phase I may go missing for a few days. My comments or responses may seem a bit off. I may seem a bit off. And I am. But it’s just me battling with my brain, trying to herd the cells back into the corale. Nothing more, nothing less.

Hopefully a new brainy phase will follow. Hopefully, the nap has done them good and they will open the door to new and wonderous things for me to tell you about and talk about. Hopefully, they haven’t all run away from home, looking for a smarter and better host who won’t subject them to mind numbing stimuli and bad food.

In the meantime, if you see any of my brain cells please send them home.


20 thoughts on “Overload

  1. I’d send you some of my brain cells .. if I had a few to spare, which I don’t. I sorry :[

    I know you would honey – no worries, I’ll manage.

    BTW, thanks for your sweet note – what a nice thing to get in the mail.


  2. It’s a lingering funk, Annie.
    It will pass.
    Have patience and continue to observe the world around you.
    Your brain is on temporary holiday.
    Enjoy the rest and creativity will return.

    Hey Mikey,
    I wish I was on holiday with it. I need a vacation. πŸ™‚


  3. Well, if you need a situation, I could always push one of your loved ones off a building.

    Using that as perspective, at least you’re not worrying about someone you know dying, right? That has to be worse than a cranial doldrum.

    You’re right DT, I feel so much better now. 8-p


  4. Tell you what Annie, I’ll look for your brain and you look for mine ~ Deal? And while you’re at it, I could also use my parenting skills and patience back!

    Sorry you’re feeling so down lately. Hopefully it is short lived and we all get our delightful Annie back soon. Until then, enjoy the hiatus.


    It’s a deal Jennifer. I know our brains our here somewhere – they couldn’t have been abducted by angry aliens or anything, could they? πŸ˜‰


  5. It’s okay, WC. I had a several month long brain fart period. It’ll end soon and you’ll be right back to the good ol’ days!

    Hey Catchy!
    I know, it seems like a lot of us have suffered the brain cell syndrome – what is up with that?


  6. I’d like to offer encouragement but —- hey, if I hold you up will you hold me up? Try tears Annie, they might not help but it *is* a tiny relief – sometimes. Talking about it doesn’t seem to help anymore – generally speaking, folks don’t wanna hear it from me anymore.

    In the meantime, I love you. Oh, and the brain cells? Sorry, I’ve only got two and they fight w/each other. Hugs.


    ~ RS ~

    Hey Roobs,
    A good cry can’t hoit, as they say. Only two brain cells – that’s tough, what do you do on their days off? πŸ˜‰


  7. When I was managing an office my brain died too. Something about the job seemed to suck the life out of me….after about six months, my mom started complaining that I was getting boring.
    At least you haven’t become boring.

    Totally right. It does just suck the life out of you. I have definitely become boring, just ask my cat. πŸ˜‰


  8. Maybe they are just hybernating….germinating….procreating quietly so as burst forth in splendid bloom in due season. πŸ™‚

    On the other hand, if your job is that bad, finding a way OUT as quickly as possible will certainly help them to resurrected, I’m guessing.

    Go missing for a bit if that helps! πŸ™‚ When I dropped out there for awhile, it was one of the best things I could do. Maybe this sense of ‘numbness’ is really a call inward – rather than outward.

    Pick up the phone, love….

    LOL – I would if only I knew where they kept the courtesy phone. πŸ˜‰ I hope you’re right, Gracie.


  9. I refer to this feeling as a the wind-up plastic toy right before it starts to die… It’s kinda sad and kinda funny but not fun for the wind-up toy. :-\

    This too shall pass, no?

    In the meanwhile, here’s a funny site to keep you entertained for an hour or two… http://www.iwantoneofthose.com.

    Hey MS,
    Yeah the wind up doll, that would be me. πŸ˜‰ I’ll have to check the site, thanks.


  10. I’m in that weird fog too. It seems like everything I want to say won’t come out of my mouth right and my brain doesn’t know what to do about it.

    So I say Blah,blah,blah a lot and hope nobody notices.

    LOL – I think we all may be saying a lot of blah, blah, blahs – πŸ˜† and since we’s in a brain fog, we probably ain’t noticing it, neither. πŸ˜‰


  11. I killed all my non-functioning brain cells so they would be slimmed down to the lean mean fighting cells. Tequila works best for me.

    Tequila works well for me too – but it’s hard to work while drunk – though it would be a lot more fun. πŸ˜‰


  12. i think with creative folks, there are cycles of activity- brainy and otherwise. There will be times of abundance and times of famine.

    Also, there may be medical reasons for the lack of energy you are experiencing. You may want to consider that. Low-iron, hormones being wacky, depression, p.m.s.- my personal fave.

    Or p’raps a vacation is in order? i just hope that you feel better, more yourself, soon.

    Hey Christine,
    Definitely not a brainy period right now. And you’re probably right on most of the above – vacation? Oh yeah, I want one of those. πŸ˜‰


  13. you need to go on adventure. and no, i don’t mean going to starbucks twice in one day. πŸ˜€

    Okay, no Starbuck’s – so does it involve cocoa butter and g-strings? πŸ˜†


  14. I say slather some syrup on that waffle! Heh-heh-heh! Maybe you have a little blog burn out?

    Hmph. If I find any brain cells, I’m keeping them for myself. I think your posts are brilliant, and insightful – I think you’ve been hoarding the brain cells personally!

    Hey syrup might not be a bad idea, it would sure sweeten things anyway.

    Hoarding brain cells? I think not. I was just thinking about this today – it’s like there is just nothing there between my ears, except a chubby face. Can’t figure it out. I don’t think it’s blog burnout though, cuz I’m missing doing the daily posts – I literally can’t think of anything to say. Weird, huh?


  15. maybe all our brain cells ran off and are enjoying themselves on some tropical island drinking some girly frothy pink drink loaded with rum .. that would explain my week : p

    i need a new job …

    Aw D!
    I’d like one of those lil umbrella drinks myself. Sorry about the job troubles…I hear you, believe me.


  16. Yup, you are hoarding them, you are not fool’n me WC — I’ll give you a topic, “Butta” (butter)…

    Grill cheese better made with margarine or real butta?
    I want you to research, I want you to break out the skillet – I want you to conduct your own test kitchen. What kind of cheese? The Kraft squares that are wrapped individually, or the real cheddar? OR, Velveeta? That “cheese loaf” if you will.
    I already have my opinion and I’ll weigh in if you take me up on this topic. This is my kind of topic. And what to serve the grilled cheese with? With soup? What kind is the best.
    Should one dip the grilled cheese in ketsup?

    You go to work girl! Let me know what you think!
    And please don’t tell me you don’t eat grilled cheese sandwiches, cuz then I will believe that all of your brain cells have taken a great leap off of your head!
    Oh, it’s 5a.m. and I have 3.5 hours to go here at work, can you tell I’m struggling? LOL

    See, the current post. How’d I do? πŸ˜‰


  17. DOH, actually, I only have 2.5 hours left. Lordy, I hear my bed calling me! I cannot even add at this time….

    I feel your pain. I only worked graveyard once and I thought I would lose my mind.


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