Scatty.

[baratron]

Having written two long livejournal entries and a lengthy reply to something in BC's journal, I'm now scatty as hell. It's as if I only have a certain number of hours of concentration in my head, and I've exceeded them. So my mind's jumping from subject to subject, and I can't do anything that involves concentrating. Ugh.

As linked to by other ljers, A Flock of Lawn Flamingos is a very funny story. Unfortunately, it seems to be fiction rather than fact. Ah well.