Life in New Orleans is a life of interrupted... wait, what was I saying?
Seriously, I feel like everything I do or think here is half done and half thought. There is an interruption at least once a minute. Honestly, I think your brain starts to adapt to unfinished thinking after a while. I have a hard time focusing on anything, my memory is terrible and honestly I think all of my thinking is just a ....little ... more ... sluggish...
If you know me, you know I'm prone to spacing out alot already. Today was freakish though. I lost 4 hours somewhere. I seriously thought it was 3:00 and walked over to base, thought - that's weird, it's dark already... and then saw a clock and realized it was 7:00. I have no idea where those hours went. I think I sat on my couch for 2-3 hours alone, just thinking. Yikes.
The new team is here. Red 3 from Charleston. I'll start training them on Tuesday - Good God! Didn't I just do this?
The biggest question on my mind lately: How am I going to keep this up through January?