A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Have Go Missing

My poor head. I miss my mind. Where ever it is, I wish it well. In it's absence, my body is taking over and it has absolutely no concept of control.

It got three hours of sleep last night with the third hour due to the oversleeping after the alarm went off. It's feet aren't getting any smoother after heavy use of the foot-skin-cheese grater and I don't know where that bruise on the inside of the elbow came from.

It only wants ice cream and has taken to moving it's mouth to form profanity when no one is within ear-shot which is a problem when it's in the car and there's a driver in front of it who mistakenly thinks it's talking to them which then causes a hullabaloo during traffic.

It's ears think it hears something at night whether the windows are open or closed which has led to loss of aforementioned sleep over the last several nights. Because of that, it now wants to go home and crash on the couch yet at the same time, it wants to move around because it's been locked behind a desk for far too long.

It can't decide what to wear in the morning because it can't decide if 83 degrees is hot or cold. It looks at the lunch it's prepared the night before in the fridge yet forgets to grab it before it leaves the house only seconds later.

If you see a mind sitting on a street corner somewhere causing trouble, please return it - it's body misses the good ole' days.