a day in the life

funny how that happened. just over an hour ago i was feeling fine. it had been a normal day - i spent the morning with two having breakfast at the deli, hunting for circles at winners, and searching for free food ladies at metro. in the afternoon, i marked about sixty legal philosophy essays at the local library, occasionally breaking the monotony with a trip to the comic book section. archie still makes me laugh. then, just before supper time, i took the kids to the park around the corner. there they enjoyed a game or two of hide and seek, miraculously locating one ingenious hiding spot after another within a playground seemingly lacking in such prime real estate opportunities. at seven, i had dinner with a friend at that crowded japanese/korean eatery near yonge and eg. bento box for one. minus the shrimp tempura, of course. seafood allergy from the time i was 21 or so. at nine, i wrote a reference letter for a kid from school. from scratch, mind you. haven't done that in years. usually i have a template to work from, but i couldn't find any on my hard drive. so i said wth.

and then, around 11 o'clock, i began to feel a little funny. i was just sitting down to begin composing what has since become my 225th post. but midway through my first draft i was forced to abandon ship. for fear of drowning. metaphorically speaking, of course. it's hard to explain but i kinda felt like something was wrong. so i did what i always do when i'm feeling a little blue. i headed on over to youtube. music is good for the soul, after all. but for some reason, i couldn't find anything to lift my spirits. so i decided to switch on the news. the television news, that is. besides, it was 11 o'clock. but that didn't seem to make a difference either. taking pleasure in another's pain just ain't for me.

running out of options, i elected to return to this chair for one last kick at the can. maybe if i just began to write down what was on my mind, i could escape the nameless funk that had suddenly enveloped me. blog as diary. blog as confessional. blog as instrument of catharsis. hell, others have done it. i reckon it was worth a shot. and you know what? i think it may have actually worked. i mean, it was either that or the dozen replays of the cancon classic prominently displayed at the bottom of this post. whatever the case, i was back on track and raring to go. except that by the time i had finally found my sea legs it was already past midnight. so there wasn't really much to do at that hour. except maybe finish this post. which i just did.

yeah, i know it's already appeared in an earlier post