this afternoon i couldn't find my "off" switch which is how i put it when i want to say that i couldn't stop talking or moving & that i had something in my hands (would you believe, in this case, a flute?) which i wanted to let go of, but couldn't, because i very much
couldn't stop.
this used to happen to me all the time & i had forgotten how horrifying it was.
jeff was there when i couldn't find the "off" switch so you'll have to ask him how i snapped out of it because frankly i don't remember.
anyway then erika came over & took some pictures, & now i am going to make dinner.
