"A Mime Is a Terrible Thing to Waste"

Earlier today, when I was absolutely free of any assignment or looming test, I sat down at my computer with the intent to create a new background for my header. (I should probably make mention of my preference for tinkering with my template rather than for writing) I searched the web for images and inspiration. I found images, plenty of images, but no inspiration. I've lost my muse! Sometimes, I feel that college is ruining my mind. I've been having trouble lately doing the little things - like writing and spelling correctly. It took me four tries the other day just to spell "remember" correctly! And every time I write something by hand, the message from my brain to my hand becomes befuddled, causing my hand to cramp up as if it is thinking really hard, "What I am supposed to be doing?" The resulting scattered and fragmented chicken scratch is a poor excuse for what used to be my own unique and curvaceous handwriting. My attention span is shot - I have trouble focusing on anything for more than a hour, if it even gets that far. My mind keeps wandering in the middle of lectures, conversations, reading assignments, and even in the brief walks between classes. I'll be walking to class, and I'll be thinking about something, maybe even daydreaming, and I'll forget where I am and what I'm doing. That is, I'll completely phase out and go blank for a moment while my body is on auto pilot. Then I'll snap awake and realize that I'm in the middle of a crowded brickyard walking toward class. It's one of the weirdest feelings I've ever had, perhaps topped by my weird reaction to a certain anti-histamine last year. And, I used to be a prolific reader - I read and I read, and then I read. I loved reading - fiction, good fiction, that is - and I still do. But now the only time I have for it is between classes. But when I do have time for it, I'll make an honest attempt, and ten minutes later, I'm doing something different. However, I did finish a book Saturday night, Mansfield Park by Jane Austen - possibly one of my favorite books - and I was so proud of myself! But now, I'm reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. It's a good book, and I loved The DaVinci Code, but I can't keep my mind on it. I've barely made a dent into the book. Maybe I'll give it another try - perhaps now. Adieu