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Dec. 26th, 2005 08:18 amShortly after the present unwrapping yesterday morning, my mind went blank. Kind of like a car battery running out of juice.
It was an odd sensation for me because not only do I have a trillion things to do that should have been done last week but generally my mind is my favorite toy and I like playing with it.
Maybe it was the tryptophan in the turkey.
Went for a long walk and a short run: nada.
Looked at the press releases I'm supposed to have done tomorrow: "masters of showmanship, spectacle and illusion!" Bleh.
Thought about the store. Can't pay the red numbers for this week on the fiscal calendar. May be able to pay everything over the eight week forward if my revenue projections hold. The revenue projections were conservative since we're coming up to the dead, dead, dead months of winter. Still, short-term triage will be necessary, requiring some brainiac action. If only I had a brain!
Finally, I thought Fuck this, lay down on the couch and watched many back to back episodes of Law and Order which for some reason is the mental equivalent of rice pudding for me.
In the evening, I felt sufficiently reconstituted to make it up to Heidi and Bill's where we drank wine and played amusing card games until the wee hours of the morning.
Dreamed about Peter Jackson, the director – I was advising him where he went wrong with King Kong.
Woke up this morning not quite braindead but with that strange sense of paralysis a climber feels when she's looking at the rock face and trying to suss out the most efficient way to the peak.
It was an odd sensation for me because not only do I have a trillion things to do that should have been done last week but generally my mind is my favorite toy and I like playing with it.
Maybe it was the tryptophan in the turkey.
Went for a long walk and a short run: nada.
Looked at the press releases I'm supposed to have done tomorrow: "masters of showmanship, spectacle and illusion!" Bleh.
Thought about the store. Can't pay the red numbers for this week on the fiscal calendar. May be able to pay everything over the eight week forward if my revenue projections hold. The revenue projections were conservative since we're coming up to the dead, dead, dead months of winter. Still, short-term triage will be necessary, requiring some brainiac action. If only I had a brain!
Finally, I thought Fuck this, lay down on the couch and watched many back to back episodes of Law and Order which for some reason is the mental equivalent of rice pudding for me.
In the evening, I felt sufficiently reconstituted to make it up to Heidi and Bill's where we drank wine and played amusing card games until the wee hours of the morning.
Dreamed about Peter Jackson, the director – I was advising him where he went wrong with King Kong.
Woke up this morning not quite braindead but with that strange sense of paralysis a climber feels when she's looking at the rock face and trying to suss out the most efficient way to the peak.
