My mind gets on me nerves.  Bits of poems and ideas pop into my head.  I rearrange them into at least one stanza, but by the time I’m able to write them down, they go poof.  Sometimes I wish that I could miniaturise myself and hop into that massive cosmos that is my ego brain.  I’d rearrange the Axon’s so they’d sparked to the proper Dendrites.   I’d beat the Hypothalamus into submission.  It doesn’t work anyhow, so it’d be a win win situation.  If my brain was a hard drive, I’d kick it until it rebooted. 

I just realised what my main problem is.  I’ve received four IT support calls while trying to write this post.  How can anyone concentrate on anything with people calling and asking questions which divert one’s attention from what he or she was trying to accomplish.   Aaarrrgghhhh…