Am I doing this?

Everything that I need to do.  Everything that I think I need to do...and somehow I am sitting here, typing.  There's a million thoughts running through my pounding head.  Millions of tiny little bugs, running all over the place just scurrying here and there.  How do I slow them down?  How do I get them into some kind of order?  How do I get the bad ones out?  How do I make the throbbing stop?  Why can't I make myself get up and work through.  I want to just sit, quiet and still.  Sleep through it all and wake up when it's taken care of.  When the hurting is gone and the bugs have been squashed.