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My Brain is Buffering

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Oh Moriarty, you clever bastard.

Yesterday was a rotten day.

I assume it felt like everything was piling up due to the fact that I had returned to work on Monday and was incredibly frustrated with what I came back to.

There was just something about yesterday that got to me. Maybe everything about yesterday got to me, I don’t know. What I do know is that I spent 4.5 hours in a noise reduction headset watching the latest reincarnation of Sherlock.

There is something about clever writing and intriguing plots and amazing twists that does wonders for bringing me out of a funk. It is ultimately one of my modes of escapism.

I don’t really have much more to say about yesterday as it’s still causing me discomfort today. I had words with several people regarding a myriad of issues, I returned to a metric buttload of snark at work (and not the cheeky adorable snark that I get from Benedict Cumberbatch), and I wanted to spend away my troubles by online shopping.

I didn’t. Instead, I nursed a half a beer (instead of giving myself something easy for me to drink in massive quantities – like scotch) and went to bed.

I wish I had something more to write about, but I am feeling uninspired. Feel free to leave a comment about what you’d like me to rant/discuss/story-tell and I will hopefully be back to my demented self very soon.


2 Responses to My Brain is Buffering

  1. I wish my name was Benedict Cumberbatch. It sounds like a fancy cocktail or a sex act.

  2. HeBeGeeBee says:

    Oh yeah, I got dibs on Benedict Cumberbatch when he dies… Life would be a dream!