Tomorrow I am running a sorority retreat, which means that I am getting up earlier than I would on a normal weekday. This also means that while I’m sitting here, trying to think of something witty to write, by brain is screaming at me “ARE YOU GOING TO FORGET THE HAM IN THE FRIDGE? DID YOU REMEMBER THE REGISTRATION INFORMATION? DO YOU HAVE THE LIST OF SKIT GROUPS? DO YOU HAVE A CLEAN PAIR OF SOCKS?” My poor wit, overwhelmed by the sound, will merely quaver:
“D-d-ducks are f-funny.”
Because my brain has superior screaming capabilities, I can’t really hear my wit over it. So the wit will come tomorrow, when I get home.
At which point my brain will start screaming, “DID YOU DO ENOUGH RESEARCH FOR THAT SPEECH ON MONDAY? DID YOU FORGET TO MAKE THE DERMATOLOGIST APPOINTMENT? HAVE YOU SHAVED YOUR LEGS IN THE PAST MONTH??”