I am slowly beginning to emerge from the sticky tendrils of a mucous-powered fog that’s been coating my brain for the past few days. I suspect that it’ll take a while before I’m back up to speed in the cranial activity department, but there do seem to be definite stirrings in the synapses once again.
For example, I’ve been wondering why opportunity knocks, but you have to take advantage of a window of opportunity? Does this mean that defenestration+ is an inherently opportunistic activity? Troubling questions indeed. Not quite as troubling or immediate as “who the fuck has stolen my pen?”, but vaguely bothersome nonetheless.
This morning, I got an e-mail from my friend Andrea (whose blog, Colouring Outside the Lines, has been nominated in two categories for the 2006 Canadian Blog Awards) asking about my “babe-filled social life”. Andrea likes to beat me with the irony stick from time to time, but for once I had the opportunity to retaliate with an infuriatingly opaque account of my dinner date on Saturday night.
I only mention this, because I don’t want Andrea to suffer alone++
+ Humblest apologies to MJW, but I couldn’t resist