Brain drain
I've reached a point in my life where work is eating up a large portion of my thought processes each day. I say "eating" because it involves the consumption thereof, and it is indeed a removal. There are many days where there's simply not enough brain power left for me to do anything productive in the evening.
There's a bit of mental decline in progress as it is. It's been going on for several years now, and it's getting worse each year. I know this is merely a symptom of getting older — the crisp twang of cognitive elasticity turns more into a lower bass wagga-wagga sound. Still vibrating, which is a good thing... but not nearly the holding power it once had.
When I first noticed this phenomenon, I guess about eight years ago, it only happened occasionally. For example, I would try to remember something and "push" that part in my brain which could make that happen, and I'd get back a signal that there was no way in hell I'd ever recall that piece of information, and trying it again would likely be futile. But in between, things were pretty normal and that "remembering center" worked just fine.
Now it's more of a constant fuzz upstairs, and the "remembering center" isn't so much a place I can push anymore as it is a place I can poke at with a stick to wake up.
Given that this is a function of age and would therefore happen regardless of what I did all day long, it's probably not fair to blame my job. But you know, it sure is a lot easier.
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On Goodbye, Blossom, Martha said: We can still dress up and go to Laury's. Or Aubrey's. Or even Soho's, if/when I get over being mad.