Current mood:	nostalgic
Current music:	The Chemical Brothers-Dream On

Daydream Fog proceed with caution
Well here I am. Sitting at my friends computer in the midst of typing up my first assignment for class when suddenly out of nowhere.. Daydream Fog strikes my brain and there goes my productivity out the window. California sunshine .. nice breeze. I have the apartment to myself. So what's wrong with me? Why does my brain insist on writing X-men stories in my head? I give myself a stern lecture and for a few moments manage to write a sentence or two on my paper only to be sideswiped again. This time it's even worse. Dimples intrudes on my thoughts. Ohh Ohh Danger Danger Will Robinson!!! I pace. I rant and rave that hormones are the devil's work and force myself to reread the chapter. But it's no use. Linkin Park and I are in that dark spiral of fantasy and movement. Instead of sentences on the topic of clinical interviewing.. I see with my minds eye, hips and limbs moving to the beat of the music. The sound of laughter and remembered fevered glances dance in my mind in place of general medical conditions that may affect a client's emotional,mental and physical state. I start to wonder if maybe there is a mental illness in the DSMIV that would explain this.
ARRGGHHHHH! Away foul demon with an angel's face! Beguiling whispers ... fond memories of shared moments.. No, I do not want to think about walking around the retreat in Malibu completely entranced with the scenery and his company! I don't I tell you!!! I am not looking at the clock and wondering what he is doing. My fingers are not itching toward the phone.
I need medication. *sigh