I have to do two things outside Supergenius HQ tomorrow. Just two things, two relatively simple things: grocery shop (because I’ve eaten all the food I’d really ever entertain eating and the only stuff left is that which will only be eaten in case of an apocalyptic event that prevents any sort of pizza delivery or grocery shopping) and go to class.

My brain seems to think this is an awful lot to expect from a single day, much less a Monday. Whenever my mind lands on one of the two things it has to do tomorrow it freaks out. “AAAHHH it screams, we have to go to the grocery store AND go to class. We better get up early so we can go to the Super T and still make it to class.” The part of my brain in charge of freaking out does not at all listen to the part of my brain that says, “class isn’t until 6:30, moron, I think you can squeeze in both events.”

This is what happens to your brain when it doesn’t have to punch a clock for six months. It misses the petty office dramas and its ability to make minute become momentous. To keep flexing its drama queen muscles my brain creates drama all on its own.

Besides the too much to do drama my brain has become a big fan of the worrying about forgetting things drama. Like, for instance, the River Rocks Music Festival yesterday. My brain was worried for the entire week that I’d forget to go. So whenever it had a spare moment it would say, “Don’t forget that concert.” And the part of my brain that is kind of a wuss would say, “oh shit, I almost forgot.” This would make total sense if the two sides of my brain didn’t have this conversation about sixty-eight times a day for a week.