Isn’t It Ironic

ironic, sardonic, same thing right?

So I realized as I’m drafting out blogging guidelines for a client that I don’t follow any of my own advice.   Which probably explains why my blog doesn’t attract any followers but the few friends who know me personally and are kind enough to lend a few minutes to read whatever witless wonder I’ve pieced together in a moment of faint lucidity.  (I do appreciate it, btw.)

Sigh, what a weekend.  I’ve had so little sleep, all I can think about is going to bed and forgetting to set my alarm.  My brain is fried from all the thinking and writing, wish there was a way to offload all these thoughts onto a mobile whiteboard.  Sending myself emails to read later is the closest I can get.  Thankfully my cousin doesn’t require a lot of attention, perking up for that one joint meal a day and some classic “let me pick your brain” conversation.

My best friend commented this week that he was jealous of my passion for life, that I throw myself wholeheartedly into whatever it is I’m interested in or involved with.  I was surprised, since his life seems significantly quieter and calmer and definitely more suited to his style.  I’m getting ready for some down time.  Whew, I need it.

(props to artist)

~ by CAT on March 22, 2009.