"I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"
I'll start with what just happened to me.
I got a live action version of the Little Miss Muffet nursery rhyme and I'll admit, I wasn't going to sit down at this computer again till I rewrote the story with a much more violent ending involving machine guns and WOMD.
After I settled for a wimpy paper towel and nerves that almost sent me into my first full blown panic attack, I'm back.
I really am losing my mind. I had a fantastic story involving a conversation I had with Daniel that I was going to retell in true campfire fashion and all I remember about it now is that it took place in front of the oven.
Also, I'm forgetting thoughts as I'm having them. I'm so easily distracted that even now, all I can think about is the diabolical way that spider lowered itself down from the ceiling right next to me. What if it chose to land on my head? How long would it be up there, probably building a vacation home, before I realized it's existence and was sent to the er after severe convulsions and flailing.
I made my 38th recipe from Pioneer Woman's cookbook today. Edna Mae's Sour Cream Pancakes. To call these "pancakes" is a little inaccurate. These were delicious, but they tasted more like sour cream and eggs than flapjacks. Not that I'm complaining. A person can get really sick of pasty floppy IHOP fare. (but not if there's chocolate chips in them)
I think I'll go burrow in my safe arachnid-free bed with the covers over my head now.