So. How to summarize my life as of late.
Sprained my ankle. Became gainfully employed in a second capacity. Discovered PC brand creme brulee. Engaged in some rather cathartic housecleaning.
Hmm, this is starting to sound something like Bridget Jones' diary. Don't be deceived, however; there is no Mr. Darcy in argyle socks in this story at the moment. Or perhaps I'm mixing up plot lines a little. It doesn't matter.
The thing is, I'm starting to see life as a series of disjointed events and circumstances rather than a progression of meaningful events with some huge cosmic explanation. A little part of me died when I wrote that, or when I realized it, because I am a dreamer at heart. I like to think that there's some hidden meaning to things I don't understand, because that's how I can cope and also keep dreaming. I don't think it's bad to be a dreamer, but one can't live one's whole life on a cloud. After all, a cloud is only made up of water particles, which won't hold up the weight of most people.
Really, what I'm getting out of this, is how dreary this blog is becoming at this rate. Oy. I'd better stir up some excitement to have fascinating things to write about.
Laters.