Gray Matter

Dingy mist lurks about the hood today and it puts a serious droop in my brain wave.  I can feel my mind flat-lining.  Maybe that makes sense, because that lame end-of-the-world apocalypse is four weeks behind us and yet I remain so I might actually be a zombie.  But who cares?  Jeremy Renner is still among us, so he must be a zombie too.  I never knew a zombie could be such a studmuffin.
Are you singing that Cranberries song now...in your head?
I need to work on taxes, correct math papers, file my receipts, rear the offspring, bag up donatables, be the wife, pretend some dinner, contribute to society, clean the fridge (stupid leprechaun ought to be doing that, he has been living there after all and he's likely the slob who spilt the salsa), box up Christmas, remember my vitamins, save the planet, scrub the toilets, pay a bill, mop the floors, reduce my carbon, eat all organic, and do something with those planters that are vacant now because dehydrated houseplants do not come back if you just add water.  Thus it is imperative that I devise a plan to stop the gray matter hanging in the air from affecting the gray matter in my head so I can focus.
If I possessed enough mental power right now to be able to experience emotion, I'd be feeling happy with myself over the fact that I didn't waste brain cells making New Year's resolutions this year, because today I wouldn't have the piece of mind to keep any.  Maybe that's why I have the peace of mind to park here and blog while my workload has babies all around me.