It's A Little Over A Month Now That I Lost My Mother ...And Lost My Brains. A Babe Needs Her Brains.
Besides lots of catatonic lying on my couch in silence, I've watched helplessly as my life, and the remnants of my mothers life, have been piling up around me. And I do mean PILING UP. Heavy sigh. My Brains Have Felt Like Sludge
, and nervous energy propels me forward each day through the grief and the sparks of shock she's really dead. Even more shocking is what the hell I've been doing that proves I have no brain.
I've left my keys in my car with the convertible top down, given myself a minor concussion on an open overhead dryer door, convinced myself I was choking to death on a potato chip, fallen off a treadmill
, gotten multiple tickets for an expired car inspection sticker, thrown out 2 favorite sweaters I must have mistaken for garbage plastic bags, and in the middle of the night instead of writing like I usually do, I've been playing endless hours of Texas Hold Em online tiring myself out to exhaustion so I can go to bed and pass out and not think.Our resident Babe Psychic Lisa Barretta
said, "This should be a pretty good week for all of us because we once again get a New Moon to help us create our new beginnings." Ok, It's time to take my brains back. I'm on it.