I'm thinking again.

Lately I've been thinking. While I was sitting there, trying to write a poem to express my feelings for that day, a thought came to my mind. The hardest part about being me is trying not to be. It's amazing how true that statement is. Never before have I written something that so accurately describes my feelings, my troubles, my life. It's odd that all of my problems can be summed up in one sentence. So, as I sit here flinging myself through my thoughts as Tarzan would through the trees, you're left behind as poor Jane would be. Thus, I will stop myself before getting too far into the jungle. Today, I merely subsist in physicality. I am neither here mentally, nor am I here emotionally. My brain doesn't feel like cooperating with me. I find myself spaced off and lost in thought more often than I find myself embracing reality. You see, I am one of those people who can not think of more than one thing at once. As such, I am left with this pre-schooler taking turns method of thought. Since I have quite a bit to think about, and not a lot of mind to do it with, it has occupied nearly my whole day thus far. Anyhoo, so far today I have cleaned the kitchen, done some laundry, went to a baseball practice, went shopping, and now I'm posting (obviously) and working on my website a bit. My plans for the rest of the evening are to help Trish with candles, watch a movie or two, do some school, and write some poetry. Ta-da... my Saturday. Well, I don't really have much to say. I've told you already, my brain doesn't feel like cooperating. God bless you. Thank-you and goodnight.