I want to blog (because I have so much to say) but I have no time (to say it).
Right now my life feels like an episode of Alice in Wonderland. Time is bizarrely convoluted (sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow) and I forget what day of the week it is. I constantly meet very random people who grin at me from up top in a very Cheshire cat-ish manner. I've had a series of very 'soul-full' conversations (occasionally with very soul-less people) all of which mean too much, or nothing-at-all really, depending on perspective. The white rabbit and I are much alike in that we're always-late-always-late-always-late (and rather officious with it also, if you know what I mean). The March Hare, Dormouse et al are weekly guests, except I'm getting somewhat used to late night vodka shots rather than late night coffee. The irony is, coffee was Manhattan, vodka shots is Islamabad (oh well, who said life is pure in the land-of?) Work is particularly frantic (and I've been complaining rather more than I should, but whining, my loves, is so good for the soul - no?). I still feel like I'm playing a particularly deadly game of croquet.Except I can't figure out whether I'm one of the royal clan shooting those poor little creatures through the hole or I'm the one getting regularly spanked on the ass by the mallet (is that what it's called?). Truth is, I'm a bit of both really.
And now I have to run, because the Queen is on a rampage again, and if I'm not at work on time today it'll most definitely be 'off-with-my-head'. Goodbye my loves. See you on the other side.