Doesn't sound pleasant, does it?
My mind is whirling with one million different things every day: Cleopatra and how her character changed as the years went on. How to control my god awful child because the terrible two's are ruining my life. Things we're going to do in New York next month. Birthdays. Lil's birthday in particular. Nursery. How I need to go to the gym because it's a way to clear my mind and I feel shit if I don't go. Dr Faustus, the impossible play by Christopher Marlowe that I need to write a 500 word essay on. The summer, how I long for the summer. What to cook for dinner next week. My next tutorial. What we're doing at the weekend. How I can regain my social life, or at least some of it. What day is it?
And on it goes. Around and around. To the point where my body shuts down and I wake up with tonsillitis and brain block. I cant think past right now. I ache and I'm tired and I have two 500 word essays to write and a child to look after, and that child doesn't want to be good for Mummy. So I'm shutting down for a bit to reboot, clear my head and get better. To hopefully regain some control over the child who was spawned by the devil. HOPEFULLY.