I think I am suffering from some form of anxiety. Or do you suppose that’s just hypochondria or self-dramatizing? Well, why wouldn’t I self-dramatize; I’m all into theatre, you know.
This is going to be a Non-Sequitur Thursday post. I am going to just let my thoughts jump all around everywhere, type up what I can, think of a silly headline, and hit Publish. I feel this is better than than taking a Blogger’s Sick Day, which was my first impulse (I think stress is as legitimate an excuse as a diagnosable physical ailment) (and isn’t “diagnosable” a word? My computer seems to think it is not) (I can’t go get my dictionary now, that will only add to the stress).
Where was I? Nowhere in particular, I suppose. I spent most of the day at work pondering various plans for getting done all that I wanted to do before tonight’s pick-up rehearsal for Steel Magnolias at Ilion Little Theatre. I formulated and discarded numerous scenarios, then came home and sat down going, “Heh-bee-be-buh-buh.” You know, that sound you make when you just kind of fiddle your lower lip in wordless distress.
Me without words? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!!
And, obviously, it is not so. I am just over 200 words. Score! I call that a blog post! Maybe I can come up with something better tomorrow, on Lame Post Friday. After all, stranger things have happened.