My brain is full, but nothing's getting done

A week from now I will be on a plane to New York, but today I sit here with a brain swimming with ideas and a body that has no direction with which to focus them. Even as I sit down to blog, I don't know which of the sixteen topics in my head I should write about. Should I talk about the rediscovery of good fantasy fiction and how I realized my work is missing the mark? Should I stew over the wedding? Should I lay out our lovely engagement pics for the world to see, even though I ressemble something that needs to jump hoops at Sea World? Do I discuss our troubles at home, and the brewing drama that has my stomach in knots?

Yes, I'm all over the place, and flooded with emotions and thoughts to the point that I don't know where to turn next. I guess I can only take things one post at a time.