The Jumbled Brain

Some days I wake up and I can't stop the mess that's swirling around in my head.  Each new idea branches into six other new ideas which open again and again and again until I am sitting in my chair hand clenched tight to my forehead trying despartely to figure out what I'm thinking about.  My head becomes fuller and fuller of more and more information until finally I feel as though my head may explode.
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