Brain dumps can be painful

 

Being in the writing mood this morning, and sober, at least for a couple of hours, I thought I might take the lead from my friend Rachel over at Totally Ovar it, and do a brain dump.  I’ve never really tried this in public before, so forgive if I bore, shock, sadden, mortify or otherwise frighten you away.  Please come back if that happens because tomorrow, fiddle-dee-dee, is another day.  

So here is my brain dump.  I assure you it will be short.  The way I understand it, I have seven minutes in which to complete said dump.  Not a problem, as there isn't a whole lot going on in my noggin today.  Ok, timer set.  Here we go:

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I am alone this Christmas holiday.  Don’t feel sorry for me (unless you were planning on sending money to express your sorrow…then go ahead), because I’m handling it quite well.  However, I don’t recommend it and will definitely be heading out to one of the relatives for Christmas next year.  That being said, I have kept pretty busy, except during the extent of the stupor I drank myself into last night.   In fact, I may or may not have been busy during that time, as well, given the knowledge that I tend to ‘drunk dial’ during such impaired occasions.

Turns out, dumping one’s brain, however wrinkled (which means a smart brain, right?) and worldly a brain it is, can be quite painful.   And when I say painful, I truly mean the headache produced from the extra effort required in this process.  I don’t know how Rachel does it week after week.  Now that I’m sitting here trying to dump my brain, all I can think about are the actual mechanics of the dump itself!   Does that sound crazy?   Sounds a bit nutzoid (yes, yet another of my made-up words.  Don’t bother with dictionary.com this time.  Just go with it.) 

Uh oh, the timer went off. 

Brain.Dump.Complete.

WTF?

 

 

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