What's that?

What's that?
...you say you hear a cracking sound?
Like eggshell against porcelain, or glass being ground underfoot, or a tail-light being touchparked.
Like the peeling open of stiff plastic packaging, or a bike wheel over seedpods?
Nope. Tonights secret sound is actually the sound of Miss Y's brain breaking.

You know, I like being pushed forward. I like some challenges now and then. And I hate being bored.
But sometimes, when I have only the barest of gossamer of framework for things, it can be very difficult to contain it in any possible way in my brain/actions/day/life.

I might have some big news.
But I need some times to let it take shape and settle in my head first.

*twitches*