Edit Brain: A Ballad. Or Poem. Or just all of my thoughts on Edit Brain because I really can't organize them into a ballad right now SERIOUSLY WHAT IS A BALLAD AT THIS POINT.

Items get misplaced (and hopelessly lost…WHERE THE FRENCH  TOAST IS THAT ONE MOTHER FRICK FRACKING NOTEBOOK I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLE-Y).

Dates get mixed up (which is particularly troubling when the cost of plane tickets quadruples because June is in the summer, WHEN DID THEY PUT THAT THERE).

Words get completely forgotten (I’ve been trying to think of the word “incredulous” since Tuesday. TUESDAY).

You start to have more conversations with your cat than…anyone else (HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME).

Your diet consists entirely of chocolate and cake, which might explain why your brain is acting the way it is (unless of course you have stupid mother frick fracking food allergies that prevent you from eating anything except coconut macaroony things you made yourself which are pretty good in all honesty but SERIOUSLY THEY ARE NOT CHOCOLATE).

You whine. A lot. About everything (I forgot to buy dried blueberries today and LOST. IT. right there in the Whole Foods parking lot).

Edit Brain.

BECAUSE.