Maybe I should look at the world through rose-tinted lenses or something
There are days bad enough when you’re not only not sure what day it is, you’re also wishing it were another day altogether, wishing you could turn back time (or bend space and time), re-do something you did wrong or just do the right thing again, or simply wishing you were someone else somewhere else.
I’ve been having many of these days lately. And by lately, I mean, a long, long time. And that partially explains why this blog has been so quiet.
As much as I loathe being introspective and gazing at my navel, I don’t have much else to blog about, and I’ll leave discussions about American Idol, Heroes , Rise of the Ministers’ Pays and other significant television events to others who’ve been paying much more attention than I.
But I know I (and this blog) will be back, and I know I’ll pay more attention to paying attention, just like I did while driving the other day, glum-faced as a um… glum-faced driver, when I saw a Army NSMan by the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, only for empty taxis to whizz past him because he was in his nice, new No.4 camouflage green uniform, standing on the pavement, next to a whole bunch of trees, which happened to be like, you know, camouflage green colour too?
So I laughed.
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