Sometimes, like today, I think, Holy Crap! Is it hailing in here?
But it's not.
It's just that I have so many balls in the air and I forgot for a second to juggle them. So the balls all fall down on my head.
It's not a terrible thing, especially because the balls are metaphorical, and not as embarrassing as that time last month when I was wandering around lost in New Haven in my pajamas (don't even ask), but it does make me feel a bit discombobulated.
This stage of a book is always a bit odd, for me. Does this happen to you?
At least I didn't slam my own head in a bathroom stall door this time. That really sucks.
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