I'm sitting here trying to think of a good post, and my brain is doing this:
See, it's on a different wavelength. I was trying to force it to recount in a clever and entertaining way the time a boy slapped my butt when I was in ninth grade and I was so shocked I couldn't even react, much less give him the severe telling off I had always thought I would whip out in such a circumstance.
Instead, my brain keeps trying to change the channel. "The infirmary! You need to describe what the doctor looks like! And you can interject this funny aside as a break from all of the seriousness going on! Do it! Write it! Ignore your blog! Get back to Paranormalcy! NOW!"
The perils of an obsessive personality type, I suppose. But Paranormalcy? I freaking love this manuscript.