Strange Days...

Hello to the world! I'm still here. At least my body is. I know it is. The shaky sleep deprived seediness is a clear sign that I am still here. The fireworks behind my eyelids and a strange floating mental malaise and a bizaare feeling that something or someone is behind me kicking me in the arse - in a motivational sort of way. Ahh, a neo-sobriety moment. A ball of energy and creativity bouncing around my gut a bit like the last coffee I had. Brain synapses firing and sparking with a twitchiness rivaled only by the twitchy DTs of my hands. I am the king of my own little universe. The narrator of my own inner monologue. The petulant and snobish critic of the movie of the musical of the play based on the book of the travelog of my journey from multiplying cells to self-awareness and the ability to recognise myself in a mirror. We are in good company here with the elephants and dolphins - so long and thanks for all the fish! Plus dolphins also like to have sex for pleasure rather than just procreation. That's probably why they look so happy all time. This is still a point of contention for the puritanical prudish elephants, but everyone is entitled to their opinion. I'm sure they'll get over it eventually. I am a rejector and a rejectee. I am flying the emotional plane solo again. It was my choice. It was the right choice. I was not the right choice for my former co-pilot. Here's a parachute and happy landings. I'm just another blip on the radar or depending upon the meteorlogical conditions a vapour trail (beautiful song btw...) scarring a vast azure canvas. The rock-star-in-waiting is still the rock-star-in-waiting. Pipped at the post. I was not the beaten favourite, but the betting had me as a good thing. Probably a safe selection in a quinella. An experienced runner with good staying power, loves the wet. Blinkers off. The corporate crusade continues, the search for income is still without outcome. There have been rumours and rebukes. There have been summits and subjection. There have been offerings and offings. The game is afoot and we are getting better at playing it. A few false starts but now training and muscle-memory are getting us over the advantage line. Still to see if this will pay off with points and an eventual victory, but we are in the game and fat lady hasn't yet warmed up the pipes. These are strange days indeed.

J.