Pic from here - awes.
Do you ever have those moments when you realise your internal monologue has powered down? Taken a siesta? Officially left the building?
Usually the sign this has happened to me is that I can read headlines about Posh Spice being hot again, a man biting a python who has hauled him up a tree, and platform shoes that will, uh-hm, "shoe us the way," without the slightest guffaw or snort, internal or otherwise.
So it has been over the last few weeks.
I suspect I suffer from Homer Simpson's displacement syndrome, whereby the addition of any new thoughts means the loss of previously held thoughts. In my case my kettly thoughts have been nudged out by my need to find a new job, and to figure out how to eat and pay bills and things like that. I've also just launched my own little business so that's occupying a significant chunk of my frontal lobe. So many projects, so little brain to go around.
On the plus side, I've answered so many selection criteria I now know my entire work history inside out! No more stumbling and trying to remember dates in interviews for me. No sirree. I've even come to believe the exaggerations in my CV! Go me.
This is a roundabout way of apologising for the dearth of posts lately and the questionable quality of those few that have so shamefully made it onto the site. I have a new bloggy project planned that I'm looking forward to starting and will post here as soon as my guffaw-ometre is working again.