Stuffed

My head is full. Mutti sternly corrected us at dinner one time that we were not "full" but "sated." My thoughts this weekend have wandered from deadlines to fantasy fiction, hunger to indulgence, nostalgia to hurt. Amid the stacks of coursework and visions of laundromats that confront me there are pangs of anxieties and hormones (dear god, I have those?). As of this morning there are even golf balls in my head. I'm stuffed, and that is not a feeling of being sated. Thoughts are consumed by action. Today's lesson: think less, do more.