Day late & a dollar short

Everyone else is on their sixth day? Maybe seventh. I'm not certain.

I saw Kirk post about this experiment (500 words/day/30 days) about a week or two ago, thought it sounded awesome, but scary so I didn't start. Then I was drunk in the back of an uber and wanted to write a story about a box in the middle of the road. I posted on one of Kirk's posts, he said yes, and sober-me regretted my 2 am request six and a half hours later.

I think drunk-me was smart to ask, it's a great experiment and I need to do something scary.

I'm not quite sure what to write, but I shouldn't be writing this right now. I should be working. Or more specifically asking a 4th grade boy to describe his school year for the end of year video.

I've already gotten distracted from this distraction. First coworkers, then phone (a book on my phone though, that's better, right?) then gmail. I can't even focus on my distraction. I'm not sure how to get my brain to chill out. I go from scattered, to overwhelmed because of everything being so messy in my brain, to blank, to scattered and through the whole mess again until I have a headache.

Imagine a kindergartener got his grubby little hands (their hands are always grubby) on his older sibling's pristine Gak and took it to the playground, then hopped into the sandbox. Little pieces of slime trickled along his path and what's left of the original container is covered in sand, twigs and leaves. Oh, and he ate a bit. That Gak is my brain.

I wonder if they still make Gak.

It's a miracle I ever accomplish anything. Time for a dance break.

Jesus this is all over the place, and I guess that's staying on subject in a certain way.

Aren't all experiments a challenge in some way? Current experiment: How long can I go before getting another Dove caramel-filled chocolate from my coworker's desk? This is a two part challenge: 1) the battle of my own will. 2) the battle against social norms and how many chocolate bits are socially acceptable for me to eat. I've had two already today.

My diet is probably a big part of my mental problem. I drink coffee and eat candy like it's going out of style. And don't even get me started on my sailor imbibing. I go through waves of drinking a lot and not drinking at all, and the season is starting up (both wedding and Great Lakes sailing). I should probably keep an eye on it, but I'm really sick of needing to keep an eye on anything. I'm in the mood to just be, exist, not think of anything that I don't naturally think up. I want to eat chocolates, and take a nap, and go sailing, and not worry about whether or not what I say is kind or PC or anything. But I can't. And I know that's right, but I don't wanna.