Howdy world
I'm currently at work and as such should probably not be bashing out a random blog -- rather I should be continuing my tasks of planning this year's kid church program or doing layout on my kids' magazine. They're actually both jobs I really enjoy but I've been working on them all morning and need a break. But instead of going outside and doing something healthy and useful like manufacturing vitamin D or raising my pulse from its resting rate I'll sit here in my office until I feel guilty for being on a break for so long and get back to work.
What a work ethic.
I had THE weirdest dream last night. Isn't it funny how dreams seem so normal when you're having them but as soon as you think about them conciously you realise how incredibly ridiculous they are? In this dream Mr Bond (no, not the real James Bond... if you're confused see past blog "Thinking of James") had got back from overseas and all his friends -- a bunch of ex-private school boys -- were welcoming him back by doing a synchronised swimming routine to Mac the Knife. Then I went over to where he was standing and he had all these letters and things he'd written to me all year but had never sent. And I don't remember how I reacted to all this in the dream but I remember thinking it wasn't the way I probably should have.
Eh, you can't explain dreams properly. I think it's because what makes them seem real is the way you feel in them, and not so much the stuff that actually happens in them. That one was pretty weird though, even for me and my bizarrely energetic imagination. I guess I'm just wondering what it's going to be like when he gets back: how I'm going to react and what he's going to be like. How much do people change in a year? How much have I changed? I really don't know. In many ways I think I'm the same person I've always been although I think I have changed in some ways. If I have though, I'm glad -- you've got to keep growing as a person. And I think I have. When I really think about it I know that everything's going to be fine when he gets back and I don't know why I'm stuck on it. Someone come and help me change the subject!
Butterflies are nice aren't they....
Well I guess this is my cue to wrap it up for now. I promise I will be less introspective, even to the point of triviality next time. Till then...
Kiss every crocodile you meet -- they like it
Tegan