It's a funny old thing, life is. You have your burn-out, and your stomach flu, and your work, and your burn-out, and your spring days, and your burn-out, and your attempts to get things done that you long have avoided with a feverish determination.
Oh, and your burn-out.
Your frontal lobes whimper themselves into uneasy sleep, your middle and hind end brains leap into entirely unsatifactory action in the breach, and the only thing you want to do on the computer is play endless games of solitaire - especially the ones with the neat sound effects that make it feel like you're actually thwapping cards down on the table.
You don't want to write letters, communicate in email, chat on your favorite boards, or post stuff, for it would entail awakening those frontal lobes. Ooo, let's not do that, says the middling brain, whilst the hindmost brain does whatever lizards do when caught in a particularly nice beam of sunshine. Back to the solitaire. Oops, time for bed, and then oops, time to go to work. What...communicate? Ooo...solitaire!
But eventually...eventually, I say, one does have to wake up. And it's really quite invigorating.
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