On the Brain, But Not In the Gut

5:22 pm · category: Hotel Hell

Yesterday I was asking a co-worker about the schedule for installing items on our newly renovated third floor, which should roll out in the next three weeks. When he asked what kinds of items I meant, I got stuck. I knew what I wanted to say in my head, but my mouth simply could not form the words. After six seconds of dead silence, I finally blurted, “Mashed potatoes and gravy!”

What I had meant to say was “irons and ironing boards.” The words were in my head. But my brain absolutely would not let me say it until I’d said “mashed potatoes and gravy.” It was like I had a one-time Tourette’s episode.

I later realized that it was 6:20 p.m., and the only thing I’d eaten all day was 8 ounces of string cheese.

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