Last night I worked until I could work no longer. My eyes were practically bleeding from staring at incomprehensible medical studies. All sense had escaped me hours earlier and so I forced myself to finally put a stop to the madness. At least for the night. My brain was so dead that I wandered aimlessly around the house, kind of in search of something to do, but mostly in search of nothing at all. Bruno found me staring at the wall in our dining room and became a bit concerned. "Are you all right, Gigi?" "Yes?"
I knew that I had to find something to do or else Bruno would send in the guys with those crisp white uniforms to take me away to that "happy place". What to do? What to do? Something that required no thought at all. Something like.... Buttons! That's how it came to be that I spent a large portion of New Year's Eve sorting through my new button collection. It was the perfect way to decompress after an awful day of work! The most taxing part of it all was determining if a button was actually white or mother of pearl. It was endless hours of "Ooooohhh! Pretty orange button!" I probably looked like Homer Simpson's long lost twin: "Mmmm! Purple!"
I never did finish sorting out all of the buttons. After a while, that became too difficult for me as well. I went back to staring at the wall, which is quite pleasing if you ever need some down time!
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