Bubbles

There are bubbles floating in and out of my screen today. Orbiting rainbows, blowing kisses against the print....

No, I am not on acid (prior accusation from a friend who read "maybe"), and slightly hungover doesn't count either. A fellow co-worker decided to show me how to place the bubble screen saver on my computer. Every minute or so, bubbles dance around. It's really quite entertaining for someone like me. Someone dying for distractions.
Today's distraction? Complete neuroticism (is that even a word?). Mild, but complete bouts of pure insanity in which I cannot focus on any one thing. I like to call this artistic licence. Whatever it is, it's absolutely crazy. Right now, for example, I should be working on prayer cards for a family. Am I? No, I am writing to you about the fact that I need to do this. Whilst this is all going on I am thinking about England (yes, reader, a last minute phone call last night, and the whole world is in uproar), and the fact that my friend was talking about how she has ADD (no I really don't think I do even though I did score sickeningly high on the quiz), and I am currently answering the phone ("Hiers-Baxley Funeral Services, how may I assist you?" ).....
Um, well, there is a lot more, but why would I do this to you reader?
Apparently I am just going to play with my pen while I figure out what else to say. Is there anything else? No, not really.
The trouble is focus. Who has it? Apparently no one I know....