My brain, that is.
I have no brain power left for blogging. Not to blog about any of the stuff I’d like to.
Not about gay marriage. Not about overload at work. Not about movies. Not about the great ComedySportz match we did tonight for eighth graders out of Cincinnati. Not about the recent Weird Al concert I saw or the visit from my brother and sister-in-law. Not about the new home. Not about listing ours. Not about how Sage doesn’t really want me to sleep and might be teething already.
I have lots of thoughts. I can’t organize them. My brain doesn’t want to.
And most of all, I feel like I’m talking into outer space. Some of that is my fault. When I get responses, I rarely respond to the responses. Might be due to time, but more often it’s probably carelessness. So.
Brain go fzzzzzt. Good night.