That's right, a pile of firing synapses and a rickety skeleton. Now that my brain isn't filled to capacity with memorizing the procedural points on chemo efficacy and theories on death and dying I'm left with a grand chasm. I'm trying to think of nothing and everything and it's making me feel, well, weird. Laying awake at night I feel overwhelmed. I'm trying my best to be the river and my thoughts the debris passing through my sheds, but we all know how that goes. I'd like to send my brain to the central department for orderly processing, or maybe I just need some sunshine. Counting down the days till west coast adventures.