It all began over a particularly powerful bowl of Cheerios. I found perfect clarity in that moment, possibly the answers to life, the universe and everything. The soy milk sat to the side, taking its space on the counter top, glistening with condensation and declaring its self in the grand scheme of things. It was to become one with the Cheerios, the soy milk was there to saturate the Cheerios...there sat, the Cheerios soul mate. The kitchen atmosphere was charged, intense. The ticking on the wall clock slowed slightly, I glanced up. Was it a tear in the fabric of space, a ripple in the space time continuum, a Twilight Zone rerun? No. This was nothing short of a highly transformational experience. In that profound moment I knew I had to find *my* soy milk. I declare myself to be...breakfast cereal.
*(End blog moment of enlightenment, sprinkled with Landmark and combined with mundane daily activity)*

*(Begin bipolar blog time, usually reserved for every other day)*
I have to take this moment to tell you all that I love you!!!
And this moment to tell you all I hate you all, don't trust you and know you're scheming behind my back.
Then this moment to tell you I love you all!!!!!
Iloveyou!Lifeisshit!Everythingisamazing!!IloveyouIhateyou!!

*(Obligatory cryptic personal message to one person stuffed into blog for mass consumption)*
Then you have those people who can't let go of what *was* to make room for what *is*. Where does that leave them? That leaves them with what *could have been*.

*(Switching to nonsensical manic mode brought on by thinking about unspoken one person, creating points of distraction and references to escape)*
I think I'm losing my mind. It's been bizarre...it is bizarre. I want to be everywhere right now, I'm all over the map in my own head at this very moment.
I should go to the opera, I've always wanted to go to the opera. The gowns, the gloves, the design of the theaters, the stage, the voices...those little tiny binoculars with the gold trim. And champagne...champagne, champagne, champagne. Or a gallery. I'd like to see an art exhibit, something surreal and dark, or Renaissance or Baroque...Maybe some religious art, dark religious art...I could leave here and go, I could make my way back, back to Portland. Find those beautiful grey skies and light rain. Embrace the season, the gold and red leaves of autumn. Buy the house, get the dog, plant a garden and settle into bay window seat with a hot toddy and a good book.

*(Quote drop)*
"I am a leaf on the wind."

Blogs, just because you *can* doesn't mean you *should*...