Brain is scrambled.  The combination of allergies, allergy meds, too much hold music on the bank’s voicemail, too much staring at the text the computer thought it saw when it scanned a trust form, and a severe lack of chlorine were just too much.  I really do feel like those old ‘this is your brain on drugs’ ads, down to the sizzling noise caused by the Afrin buzz.  Of course, despite all this, plans have been made to escape the four walls tonight.  Sunset water polo, drinkees at a ghetto white-trash rock-n-roll bar and a show of support for a small band I’d never heard of until two days ago.  Hopefully getting out will clear out some of the cobwebs so I can get some work done tomorrow.