the two weeks pre-birthday fleh
It's possible made this phenomenon up; I have this vague recollection of someone telling me about it, possibly even Mom, but that seems unlikely. But I've always, in a very tongue-in-cheek fashion, referred to the two weeks before my birthday as, well, kind of crappy.

Usually I'd use the word "funk" to describe it-- it's usually manifested itself as a kind of inexplicable low mood-- but this year I appear to have just become scatterbrained. Like, really really scatterbrained. I'm totally overwhelmed by things I'd usually have a handle on work-wise, both of the manuscripts I turned in last week were missing photos or had out-of-whack TOCs, and usually my manuscripts are clean enough to eat off of. It's not necessarily bad, it's just . . . bizarre. (And I'm breaking out-- and I almost never really break out-- which doesn't help.) I've become oddly, as Beth put it last week-ish, "ADD" all of sudden as well: easily distractable, prone to very interesting shifts in conversation and incapable of finishing a task without forgetting what I was supposed to be doing.

So here I am, on the downslope of my bizarre funk/fleh. And it occurred to me to be curious, since I usually only consider this phenomenon in my own head: this sound familiar to anybody else?