Real life starts up again for me January 6th. It can’t come fast enough. All this holiday laziness and doing nothing but eating and drinking and sleeping and separating the girls in fights has taken its toll. I wake up feeling like my gray matter has liquefied. I expect to see it running out of my ears and onto my pillow.
Despite the rainy days and lack of appointments, it’s impossible to write. The three other members of my family are hard-core gamers and the noise is nerve-wracking. I sit in front of my computer unable to shut out the sounds of the odd Sims language, the tat-tat-tat of Battlefield machine guns, and the moan of Minecraft zombies.
Zombie. That’s it — I feel like a zombie. Down to my hunger for brains.
I just want a working brain again.
A simple goal for 2014: Get a brain that works. And then work it hard.
But until then, I’m eating some chocolate, gulping down a glass of champagne, and going back to bed.