I am so tired.
That’s the thing with having an intelectually demanding job (lots and LOTS of creative writing/brainstorming), when I come home, the last thing I want to do is squeeze the last three drops of brain energy from my daily reserve. It’s awful: this is the reason behind the lack of written posts and the reason why I’m extremely behind in my Goodreads reading challenge. Even my Twitter feed is lame lately.
At home, I just want to zone out with the tablet and the TV. Not healthy.
You know what I want? I want a massage. A brain massage. Like the scalp massage that one gets when washing your hair at a really good hair salon*, but on my brain. It’s stiff and sore. It needs psychological oxygen.
OJO, not a brain wash, obvi…
*unfortunately, my neck doesn’t get along with washing stations so on the rare occasions I get a blowdry, my hair is pre-washed….
I don’t even know why I searched for this
“El Loco Hugo” from the Venezuelan show, “Bienvenidos”
he used to scare the heck out of me when I was small