Parrot on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown
Whenever my sanity goes absent without leave, I have odd flashbacks: this time it is an ancient Fred Bassett (or other erstwhile dog) cartoon about needing to go on Holiday when Holiday season finishes, just in order to recover. Not sure if the day trip counts, but whatever the cause, I am going a little more than Slightly Mad right now. To the point that I am displaying worrying symptoms including:
- Pulling "All- Nighters" at work, which has happened twice in the last month and I am NOT proud. Further, it just isn't big or clever anymore: If I am not mistaken, I think I last pulled an all-nighter in 1997 writing 3 papers (at once) for University. Even then I remember muttering "Never Again" to my tired fountain pen as the night became day... Anyway, I can safely say that I have NOT missed the whole adrenalin-to-exhaustion thing. I'm still being punished on the inside.
- My ever-increasing ability to watch ever-decreasing levels of Crap TV. Haven't yet stooped to "The Simple Life Road Trip" (I fear it may tip me over the edge, as well as the fact that I might damage the TV at the sight of Nicole Ritchie smirking) but I have a newfound affection for the Hallmark Channel. From where??? And why am I tuning in to occasional doses of Michael Jackson Voyeurism, between watching British Politicians endlessly reconstituting nonsense? Even my ultimate televisual torture, Dr. Phil, has become oddly appealing. Help! What is happening to me???
- Workday distraction levels are at an all-time high. You know you are in trouble when your in-tray rages out of control yet you prefer to read blogs on deer-stalking in Kazakhstan. The notion of moderation is slipping from my grasp, and while the all-new Haaretz Feedback Forums (Scrap! Scrap!) may be a lot richer for it, I do actually have to work. Because frankly, if I don't do my job properly, lives could be ruined. So no pressure there.
- Driving skills are inexplicably and suddenly down the toilet. In the last 24 hours I have garnered a whole new series of scratches, clipped the curb more times than not and acquired two parking tickets (I suppose that 8-month roll couldn't last for ever). I am dazed and confused!
So it is time for some Damage Control. I anticipate returning when normal sanity levels are hopefully resumed. Who knows, maybe the elusive DH will even deign to blog while I take a mini-break. And Horses might fly.
I'll leave you with the Times' Review of Alan Rickman's aforementioned play. Nice to know I am not the only one out there raising an eyebrow: Hat tip to Ush of Nushworld.
- Pulling "All- Nighters" at work, which has happened twice in the last month and I am NOT proud. Further, it just isn't big or clever anymore: If I am not mistaken, I think I last pulled an all-nighter in 1997 writing 3 papers (at once) for University. Even then I remember muttering "Never Again" to my tired fountain pen as the night became day... Anyway, I can safely say that I have NOT missed the whole adrenalin-to-exhaustion thing. I'm still being punished on the inside.
- My ever-increasing ability to watch ever-decreasing levels of Crap TV. Haven't yet stooped to "The Simple Life Road Trip" (I fear it may tip me over the edge, as well as the fact that I might damage the TV at the sight of Nicole Ritchie smirking) but I have a newfound affection for the Hallmark Channel. From where??? And why am I tuning in to occasional doses of Michael Jackson Voyeurism, between watching British Politicians endlessly reconstituting nonsense? Even my ultimate televisual torture, Dr. Phil, has become oddly appealing. Help! What is happening to me???
- Workday distraction levels are at an all-time high. You know you are in trouble when your in-tray rages out of control yet you prefer to read blogs on deer-stalking in Kazakhstan. The notion of moderation is slipping from my grasp, and while the all-new Haaretz Feedback Forums (Scrap! Scrap!) may be a lot richer for it, I do actually have to work. Because frankly, if I don't do my job properly, lives could be ruined. So no pressure there.
- Driving skills are inexplicably and suddenly down the toilet. In the last 24 hours I have garnered a whole new series of scratches, clipped the curb more times than not and acquired two parking tickets (I suppose that 8-month roll couldn't last for ever). I am dazed and confused!
So it is time for some Damage Control. I anticipate returning when normal sanity levels are hopefully resumed. Who knows, maybe the elusive DH will even deign to blog while I take a mini-break. And Horses might fly.
I'll leave you with the Times' Review of Alan Rickman's aforementioned play. Nice to know I am not the only one out there raising an eyebrow: Hat tip to Ush of Nushworld.
posted by tafka PP @ 2:20 AM
2 Comments:
At 6:21 PM,
Dark Horse said…
Sorry to hear you are feeling blue. I'll try and fill your shoes if I can remember the password on my account and also if I can think of anything interesting: ever since you told everyone I would be writing I have writersbloc!!!!
At 3:40 PM,
tafka PP said…
I finally had a sleep this weekend... next week comes crash-in-front-of-the-screen and rentals. Not to the Dr.
DHorse- You'd better get yourself posted before I unceremoniously kick you off the blog for Undue Hesitation!
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