Day 18: Mental Mountain

So you know when your mind keeps racing with all sorts of random, nonsensical thoughts all at once?  Welcome to my brain without beer.  I'm beginning to think that I need beer simply to ease the pressure that is building in my mind.  Essentially, I need a reboot.  Some of you would say that it is a good thing that my brain is once again 'active,' but I disagree.  I think I'm going partially insane with thought.  The fact of the matter is that it would be fine to have so many thoughts at once if you actually had interesting thoughts to think about in the first place.  The problem is, 65 percent of what goes through my mind is, what amounts to, mental garbage.  That is where my handy disposal team, also known as beer, comes into play.  No waste management team makes for a messy brain.  I cannot attribute all of the mess to the lack of sterilization that alcohol once provided on a weekly basis.  It could be that my brain is not very good at recycling.  It could be the fact that my work life is so boring and bland that its leftovers amount to a stew of nuclear waste. The problem with nuclear waste is that no one quite knows the proper method of disposal.  I'm beginning to think that alcohol is my Yucca Mountain and that all of the toxic nonsense that is currently overwhelming my mind needs to be swept away into its depths do be forgotten for what amounts to an eternity.  That leads us to our next fundamental problem: Yucca Mountain is a money pit that, by all measurable accounts, has been a complete failure.  If that analogy extends to my 'alcohol detoxification plan,' does that mean my plan is also destined for failure?