Oh where oh where has my working brain gone?

Oh where, oh where has my working brain gone?
Oh where, oh where can it BEEEEE?
With its ready wit, to me it does belong.
Oh where, oh where can it be?

I am not complaining, but my English skills are still in the toilet after being in Europe all summer. After each blog post, I get an email from Shawna setting forth my typos and grammatical errors for correction.

To put this in context, while a brilliant businesswoman and manager, Shawna does not read for pleasure (except the blog, of course). In fact, the only reason she reads anything is because her desire for success (and her desire to analyze every cotton-pickin-thing) drives her excessively hyper-active brain to evaluate XYZ (insert any subject here) on a 7x24 basis. Therefore, Shawna's reading is limited to lots and lots of self-help, biography, inspirational and Tony Robbins-type books. (She actually emailed me and said, "I read for pleasure - I just find self-help books pleasurable.) Thus, you can see why my reaction is similar to what it would be if Hugh Hefner was giving me relationship advice.

If my brain doesn't turn up soon, I'm going to place a classified ad:

LOST - REWARD OFFERED

Lost - one 38-year-old female brain. Typically sharp (produces excellent results, gets good grades, and scored a 163 on the LSAT). Right brain holistic processor. Left brain linear sequencer. Strong left-brain verbal capacity (will pay high money for its return!). Left brain reality-based reasoning, except when in romantic situations when it switches automatically to right-brain fantasy-oriented reasoning. Loved by those who know it best and can appreciate its quirky and good-natured sarcastic wit. If found, please return.