Overload

I want to write.  I sit down to write and in comes the love of my life with his football blaring and instantly, my brain becomes mush.

I might as well quit while I’m ahead.  I can’t hear myself think with all that he has going on: football on the radio; the “Gold Rush” tv show playing on YouTube.

I don’t know how he does it.  I cannot even listen to all of the girls at once.  Sign of a non-multitasker?  Possibly.  Sign of a brain running on overload?  Absolutely.

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