I stare at that stupid blinking curser line that reminds me; yet again, that I need to write something… anything for my blog, my next book, or whatever. Still my mind is as blank as the white page on my screen; sans blinking curser that is. I think it’s mocking me, but maybe that’s just me. At night when I‘m lying in bed trying to get to sleep, idea after idea wants to bounce through my head like some no-doze pinball machine, but as soon as I bring up my word page to get it down… nada. Ahhhhhh!
I keep telling my husband that I need one of those tee shirts that says, “I can’t brain today, I have the dumb”. Sounds about right some days. Why is it that you can know exactly what it is you need to say to the person on the other end of the phone (that you’ve been on hold for the past 20 minutes waiting for); even practicing what it is you want to say, until they say “Hello?” and then all rational thought goes right out the window and you’re left stumbling around the alphabet trying not to sound too much like a complete moron while discussing your account to the very nice and understanding person waiting on the other end of the line? (Who incidentally is thinking, “Come on get on with it lady, the clock’s running for crying out loud!”)
To all those customer service reps that have helped me over the years when an attack of brain fog has settled in quicker than… *Brain Fog*…. *Stand by*… *rebooting*…. Thank you, customer service reps for your patience and understanding and I’m so sorry for taking up your time tripping over my own tongue. Now if I could only do something about that stupidly annoying, blinking curser line. It’s still mocking me; see there it goes again. Blink… blink… blink… ahhhhhh!