In other news, I am admitting that I am creatively constipated... Well, yes and no. The flood of ideas to my brain are crippling. Greg (my old boss) once said (as more of an insult [?] than anything else as far as I could tell) that I should be working in a think tank. I can't think of a better job. I have more ideas than I could ever develop on my own, and no ability to choose between them - no ability to focus on only one. Dad described this to me once, at the time I didn't understand what it was that he was talking about. Now, I understand what he meant by saying that his brain was "constantly wound-up". There are nights, like tonight, when I have such a desire to create, that sleeping is too difficult to consider; enter the frustration of not having enough skill to implement my ideas.
