That’s what my brain gets up to when I don’t ride it hard.
Thankfully, writing malarkey or plotting poppycock usually does the trick.
Alas, the last few days have been horribly balderdash-free.
Hello, bratty mischief.
Does my brain scribble on walls?
Toss balls through plate-glass windows?
Nope, it anxieties all over the place. (Yes, I verbed it.)
So, emergency hogwash-ing is now in full force.
My life is so weird.