Living in the Past

Yesterday, and on a lesser scale today, I was having issues with getting my mind on the tasks of work and everything else that came before me. I couldn't focus, and I couldn't get myself to be when and where I was when I needed to be. My head just wouldn't clear, and it wasn't just because of the massively pounding headache (which, I'd like to add, is still with me).

Old random memories, from when I was very young to just a few months ago, keep intruding on my thoughts. I'm not maudlin, and I'm not purposely going over my entire life, but it's like my life flashing before my eyes. In slow motion. With the DVD player skipping on parts so that you have to restart the entire chapter or you'll have no fricking clue what's going on later.

It would make for some good writing, a lot of these memories, if I could concentrate for more than ten seco...