What I'm trying to say is... wait, no, I mean...

Tonight, I cooked zuppa Tuscana with gnocchi. Tomorrow, I attend a seminar on reading financial statements, then try to slam together the last remaining data on Q2 mortgage activity. I live such a thrilling life, huh?

All month, I look forward to SQL. I wait for it and plan for it and Yay Numbers! But it starts to wear me down (try thinking solely with the other half of your brain for a while), and I begin to wonder if anybody notices or cares about any of it. I start second-guessing why I bother looking forward to it at all. And then, before it's over, I'm wishing it wouldn't end and anticipating doing it again. It's the hardest -- and most enjoyable -- part of my job. Not sure anyone likes having 25 spreadsheets shoved their way ... but I sure like putting them together.

But I'm not exaggerating when I say it really fries my brain. Today, I was trying to say rhetorical question, but all I could think of was reciprocal. And a downturn in filings became a breakout in filings, which doesn't even make sense, but was the best I could come up with at the time.

Somebody make me feel better by telling me their stupid vocabulary brain farts, please.