It's fascinating and infuriating. This whole morning? Totally unfocused and twitchy. Could not attach my brain to work at all, and EVERYTHING poor Peg did (talking, opening doors, breathing-- you know, totally unreasonable stuff) was distracting me. And not coincidentally... my boss had just dropped a FIFTH project on me. My brain just couldn't organize itself and it spun like a broken magnetic drive.

And then I dropped my boss a polite note asking if he could arrange everything by priority. Bless his heart, he gave me *precise* marching orders so I no longer had to make any decisions nor worry I was missing something. And my brain's been like a Research Laser Of Doom ever since.

golly gee i wonder if i could have add or somethin >_<

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