I've going through one of my weird insomnia busy brain things right now. I stay up to all hours reading the same novels over and over, even though I have a stack of fantastic books waiting for me. I fall into fitful sleep as dawn approaches, only to wake, disgruntled, from a dream where I decided to produce a 'zine, and my husband suggested that I name it Shrew.

It is slow going, despite the busy brain. The summer is half over for my kids, and instead of waking each morning with a smile and a plan, I've got nothing. No plan. No smile.

Which isn't to say I'm unhappy right now... quite the contrary. I just seem to forget which way is up half the time, and I can't keep going in a straight line to save my life. I have spent literally hours thinking about Greek yogurt with honey, which in and of itself is understandable, because, hello - have you tasted Greek yogurt with honey? But still, I'm wasting brain power on thinking about yogurt and planning my outfits for BlogHer.

No, I don't have any idea what I'm wearing yet. See? Wasted brain power.

I just don't like the feeling I have right now. I feel scattered, incomplete, like I'm not present, even though I am deeply entrenched. I keep glancing up from my yogurt musings, noticing that hours have passed and I've moved things around in my house, and folded laundry. It's the same feeling I get sometimes when I'm driving with a carload of loud kids - I remember point A, and I remember point B, but I don't remember anything of the drive. It freaks me out.

I want to sleep at night, and eat some damn yogurt already, and forget about the outfits for a while, and I just want to smile until my face hurts. I want to smile and grin and smile, because if I can't think in a linear fashion, I might as well have a sense of humor about it.

Somebody snap me out of this.