A Big Welcome Back to My Prefrontal Cortex

[electricland]

I'm not as young as I used to be. Evidence: I was fried yesterday as a result of staying up to an hour that 10 years ago I would not have considered particularly late. The advantage of my job is now I understand what's going on in my brain when this happens (or at least I have a plausible explanation): brain gets tired, inhibitory centres don't work as well, impulse control gets way worse. Result: I am easily distracted, impulsive, chatty, slow, and think everything's a crisis.

Witness my after-work experience. I tried to buy a file cabinet online from Staples yesterday. It was out of stock. (Crisis!) Headed down to the Staples on University after work and on the way spotted a cute dress in the window of a store. (Distractibility!) Went in to try it on. (Impulsivity!) Didn't buy it. (Luckily not too much impulsivity.) Talked to the furniture guy at Staples ("keep trying"). Wandered down to wait for the streetcar on Queen. No streetcar. Walked along to Ben and Jerry's (distractibility again) and ordered a scoop of Cherry Garcia. The girl said "Small scoop or large?" I said "Large." (Impulsivity again.) Ate my ice cream in the little park behind the food court. Hey, there's the Umbra store! (Distractibility. Hey, it's bright pink.) Went in, bought a curtain hanging set for my closet (impulsivity, but at least I'd decided the night before that's what I needed). Not, however, before wandering around and admiring everything in the store. (Slow!) Finally went home, where Jen made me eat and watch Topper (which it turns out is at least partly about the transformative power of great underwear) before we went upstairs to sort out all the bits of plywood for the bookcase, a task I'd been dreading but which turned out to be not as horrendous as I'd feared -- turns out obsessive planning sometimes pays off further down the line. (Today my parents will be building! AND I was able to order the filing cabinet just now. So all in all life is good.)

And then I slept. Sweet sweet sleep! All better now.

Jen and John have been making great progress on the back deck. Today, apparently, they will try to make it waterproof. Most exciting.

Comments

[raithen.livejournal.com]

add some PMS, stressful factors at work, AND lots of nights of really not enough sleep (GAH!) and you have me, who just wants to melt into a puddle of tears.

[pretentiousgit.livejournal.com]

Huh. So that's what keeps happening to me?
I was already weirded out enough to discover that I no longer like sleeping unexpectedly on couches.

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain about the late night thing. ::;sigh:::


I hope this weekend allows for some plotzing time.