CASCADING STYLE SHEETS

I've been going crazy today, trying to find a particular bit of CSS to correct. I feel like a computer, whizzing through lines and lines of code.

It's sent my head into a spin. As a result, normal things, the kind of things I do every other day, seem to be difficult; it's as though my brain has run out of energy to think about them.

For example, I stood outside the door to the cafeteria, wondering why it wouldn't open and completely forgot that I needed my access card. Then I asked Nathalie, behind the counter if I could get a goats-cheese tart to go, when I know full well that the idea is to use the plastic tongs to slip it into a paper bag. She looked at me funny and then told me what to do.

I've been opening the wrong projects, committing changes to the wrong branches and spelling words like 'available' and 'possibility' with too many Is.

I'm blaming the color:transparent;text-decoration:underline}.cc-close{display:block;position:absolute;top:.5em;right:.5em;font-size:1.6em;opacity:.9;line-height:.75}.cc-close:focus,.cc-close:hover{opacity:1}
.cc-revoke.cc-top{top:0;left:3em;border-bottom-left-radius:.5em;border-bottom-right-radius:.5em} ...
....

CSS.

Honestly, sometimes it's like the Matrix. Every line does something; I just don't know what. And there are pages and pages of it, swimming past in a sea of curly brackets and colons and dots. This, I think, must be what it's like to be presented with a ream of sheet music when you only just about know what a treble clef is.

Anyway, my thinking's a bit screwy today. I just made a tea and left it in the kitchen. It's cold.

What do you think would be the last bit of the brain to switch off? If I run out of brain-power by diverting essential functions to decoding CSS, the Matrix, or whatever other complicated puzzle I've been given to solve, what part of my cerebral-engine would be the last and final flickering light in my head? The Kindness Centre? Capital Cities? Flags? The bit that controls hunger?  The part that knows where my keys are?

Actually, that part might not be the brightest anyway. That one's been twinkling out for quite some time.

Is this what happens as you get older? That would be depressing. I've got loads of half-finished theories I definitely don't want to forget! Quantum Overlaps, Why Time Slows Down, the Evolution of Cats, and the Victorian Rogue Theory of Bad Language, to name but a few!

Yep, dwindling and... half-finished, which now that I think about it, is definitely not the same in any way at all, as half-baked.

Still, this CSS isn't going to solve itself.

Urgh. What a day.