|Sharp pointy things to keep me on track|
In fact, I can't remember the last good dream I had. Some vague pictures of being harangued by a harpy comes to mind when I push the neurons to remember. That and some sort of longing for something that isn't likely to happen. Much like the impending Nexus 5 - all the rumours, all the rumours, all the rumours.
However, I have this plan to have my cake and to eat it too. The good BK is involved now after he let something slip and break. I've been very patient and been working on his latent Irish Catholic Guilt (ICG) which is very powerful. Before long, he'll be as putty in my hands will scurry to do my very bidding.
And if all works out, for the price of the new Nexus 5, I shall have access to the latest Sony Xperia Z1 as well as the new Nexus 5. And it shall all be mine. Of course the burning question at the moment is whether I get a purple Xperia Z1 to match my vulpine jacket.
|V for Vulpine, not MEC|
|All the colours you could ever want on a shelf|
|Best to not expect too much|
However, I shall not let this get me down, well maybe just a little bit. Instead, I shall TRY to adjust EXPECTATIONS and not let it blind me to what's good, kind and generally wonderful about people. Yes. That is what I shall do. Adjusting is good. I think, but what if I don't want to adjust. Then I guess you're in trouble and I must really stop having these internal conversations with my id, or at least stop transcribing them.
Who can tell what's around the corner? Nobody. That's right - nobody knows, but knowing that doesn't stop one from wondering, and wishing what one wants into being around the corner. Not very healthy behaviour I know, but what can i say? I'm mentally addled these days. It's a melange of the post-vacation blues, the post-application blues, residual jetlag, the change in season and relief that all the passive-aggressive dickering and negotiation what went on these past 6 months has come to some kind of resolution. I think. The line of blue that runs through me (much like the one that ran through a production of Rigoletto, where the line represented a wall, a door and window (so multi-functional) I once saw) will lift one day and disappear, and even if it doesn't, I will learn to live with it. After, wonderful (as in It's a Wonderful Life) is relative and the degree of wonder will shift with circumstance and environment. But allow me one wish - that there will be more gentle flutterbies to come because even though life is short, surely it's NOT that short?