My brain has closed up shop and placed a little hand written sign in the window saying "if I'm not back in five minutes then assume I have joined a different circus". At least that is how it feels. And since my brain is refusing to work my mouth has joined the strike. I am mumbling and umming and ahhing all over the place (not a very good look while on the phone to recruiting) so much so it is irritating to the one part of my brain that has not left the building, my cynical bitch side. She is scrunching up her face and screaming at my incompetence. "What are you doing!!! Just shut up already!"
So yes, I am not making any sense, not even to myself.
Hoping that Friday is better. If need be I might need to have a couple of serious big girl drinks (maybe making myself hazy will help in gathering my thoughts back together... only a theory my messed up mind has at the moment) however I am working Saturday. Damn.
Wait, what's this blog post about again?