Head in the Clouds

My head’s in the clouds … and that’s to say nothing of where the rest of me is. Yes, and I’m afraid that’s the closest to earth you’re gonna get me for a while. I am in love.

All a’flutter, all a’twitter, all my spare time and thoughts being gathered up and filled to over-flowing with B. And I’m SO HAPPY! I can’t tell you. And if I were to even start, you’d all leave. So I probably won’t. … At least … I won’t say toooooooo terribly much. I might want to actually blog some time, after all … You know … and not be writing pointlessly into the proverbial void.

Which leads me to the question you yourself have asked time and time again: “If someone blogs alone in a forest, and no one’s around to read it … does the tree he hangs himself from in utter despair even bother to make a sound?”

What’s with me and voids, lately? It must be the word of the week.

This love thing has my head in a void, though. Perhaps that’s what keeps bringing the word back to the forefront. And when I say my mind’s a void, I mean I am a complete air head of late! That’s not an over-statement, trust me. For instance — I would be the one who put a dollar into the soda machine, grabbed my change, and walked halfway back to the office before I realized I had forgotten my Diet Coke in said machine. That would be me. I’m also the one who put the bus money into the time clock on my way out of work. I have put milk in the microwave, knives in the toaster, and walked out the door with mismatched shoes … all in the midst of my twittering/fluttering VOID over B!

Ooh. Did I write B? Wow. Haven’t thought about him in a long time. Must be nearly five minutes since I just sat and truly contemplated the incredible significance of … *sigh* my very own B!

Good night, loves.