Monday, March 27, 2006

I have come to realize that, when I'm under stress and exhausted, the (normally already tenuous) connections that knit together my logic melt away completely. I was breezing over a couple of conversations that I had over the past weekend. Remembering the looks on the faces of the people I was talking to. Coming to realize that I was making little or no sense, and trying to come back to equilibrium - which only derailed me more.

And then, last night. I was supposed to come home from the shoot, make a dent in the cleaning of my completely filthy, utterly ignored house, clean up, and go out for drinks with the crew - which I really should have done. Instead, I ended up having the same conversation for the eightieth time - a conversation I'm getting less and less equipped to handle - which wrung me completely dry. I ended up practically sleepwalking over to the shower, which I took leaning against a wall. And collapsing into bed immediately thereafter.

Somethin's gotta give.


vv said...

I think you need to come to Boston and witness the miraculous rejuvenation of a New England spring. It always helps me unwring myself, and gets the juices back to flowing, at least a little bit.

Sarah said...

I hate that feeling. I end up looking back on conversations and wondering if I ever learned an ancient language cause God knows I don't know what the heck I'm saying!

You need some TLC. And some quiet?? maybe....or maybe just a cowboy hat and some chaps.....*grin*

Joshua Blankenship said...

1. Breath.

2. Practice the fine art of saying "no."

3. Listen to Mitch Hedberg.

Sarah said...

I second, third and fourth Josh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go listen to the Koala joke - you know you need to!