It's a Cuckoo Day.

I woke up with a screw missing from the thing that holds the contents of my head in place. Every time i tossed and turned in the night, the contents inside my skull must have swung from side to side, like in a bad bus ride, and toppled upside down and frontside back. That's possibly why i woke up feeling listless and whacko. (I typed lubrigous and lubigrous until i found on Google search that the word i was looking for was lugubrious. Yeah. It's that kind of day.)

I've been giving grief to my Achilles' Heel (poor thing!) and having crazed-out conversations with the Cow Mother (God save her!) all day.

And now i'm blogging and surfing the Web and there are so many things i want to do and so many places i want to see! I'm not sure if i'll be able to travel to even half the places i want to go to!

I was with P last evening and we chatted for a while about this and that. She's quit her job and unwinding and unlearning, trying to figure out the one thing she wants to do.

Suddenly, she asked me what i wanted to do this year.

"Umm, i don't make new year resolutions. They don't work for me."

"No, i mean what do you want this year to be like?"

"Oh. Umm, i want this new year to be full of travel, new experiences and happiness." (Not necessarily in that order.) And then i launched into this (mostly) monologue about how my purpose in life was to have many stories to tell so that when i grow old and i have younglings sitting around me, i can tell them the things i did. That's provided i have children, and they have children...

Let's not go there.

So anyway, the Cuckoo Day. I have so many things to do and i'm just unable to focus and concentrate and get them done.

And i'm feeling very teary. I'm very, very, very close to tears and i have no idea why. Man, the things one sleepless night can do. Or PMS. Hmm... maybe it is PMS...

Anyway. The point is, i just want this day to be over. And i want to sleep. Without tossing or turning or feeling restless.

Maybe i'd better find that screw.