My brain is scattered.
I’m constantly late for appointments and rehearsals,
most of the times I’m blissfully ignorant of my obligations
until I get the phone call: “Are you on your way?”
Then I stick my head under the tap
and out in the street I dash.
I feel heavy and clattered. ZZZZzzzzzz…..

Hi Jeanna, you’re so fiiiiiiiiiiine..