I am beginning to think that this is what a Frontal Lobotomy feels like. I can’t concentrate, create or focus on one single thing. I found myself too often today staring off into space without comprehending anything going on around me. And before you say anything, I know that I have a habit of staring off into space, but that is usually when I am writing and poking at a scene and it is for a purpose. But the amount of snot I am hoarding inside my skull right now is making it hard to be articulate. I vowed in the spirit of writing to participate in NaBloPoMo, though, so here I am trying to keep up with my promise.
