The story of my life/

Do other people do this? By this I mean, have a thought pop into their head, that they follow in a stream of consciousness kind of way, try and try to follow it to some sort of conclusion so that it can be filed away, only to have one though lead them into a miasma of other thoughts. One leading to another in a snaking many forked trail, that never seems to end?

This is going to be a MAJOR dump of info. The good the bad the ugly. I need to download TMI because I seem to have run into a glitch in my system. I start a thought, I don’t finish a thought. I move into another thought, and none of it comes together into a coherent stream.
Frustrated is what I am.
Don’t expect pretty. Don’t expect funny, Don’t expect even witty. This is the dump.
I can’t put my finger on when the build up started, or even if like arteries a plaque or in this case thought clog started. I am going to start about the time that the holidays ambushed me. That may be the middle the end or beginning. I don’t know and at this point I don’t care. I need to excise this mess and see if things flow better after.
Bear with me or look away, I’ll try not to get any on you.
8:;55 am (2 hour school delay)
Already I have had to walk away from the computer and the thought, to pack a snack for the child that told me an hour ago that she needed one and that she was going to make one, for her after school homework class. I told her to do it then but she got distracted ( sounds familiar), then I drove said child to the bus stop to wait for the bus. I am back, at least till the next one needs to get on the bus, but the thought I was following is gone. The words flown most likely never to return in any decipherable order. I will try again when the next barrage hits me, most likely like a subtle Mack truck, and I don’t have time to put it down. Ah well sighing won’t help and as always I have too much to get done and not enough time to do it all. I will start with laundry and see if that mind numbing chore jogs anything other than lint loose.