weeble.

i find that my power of cognitive thought is leaving me ever quickly at this particular time. i've had such difficulty writing, reading, listening...speaking, holding a conversation. it's like my mind won't hold on to a thought long enough to even translate it into the synaptical firings i need to process.

it's really rather worrying.

writing, at least when i'm writing about my innermost thoughts, proves to be the least difficult (as you may have guessed). though it's an entirely different kettle of fish when i'm writing about...oh, anything else. it took me about three hours yesterday to adapt this article (not write, just adapt) for a newsletter we're about to produce because i simply couldn't concentrate on it.

i would love to believe that all this is simply because the inside of my head is a deeply fascinating place, marvelous to the exclusion of all else. and while that's partially true, it's not like the rest of my life is all that boring.

at least not to me.

personally, i think that some of the stuff i've got going on is pretty exciting. perhaps i need to light a fire under certain activities...i don't know...

oh for heaven's sake, i'm doing it again.

i'm just going on directionless because i cannot concentrate on finding a path for this fucking entry.

christ in a sidecar.

i'm boring myself.

you're excused without penalty.

argh.