To Sleep perchance to Wake..

The line about blogging more often now that I am settled doesn't come off all that well now that I blog months later. Well if I blog again in another couple of months I suppose that technically can be considered "regular". I am to Blogging what Genghis Khan was to the professional manicure industry.

So what is happening in the life of Tobbë I hear you blatantly fail to ask? The best answer to that question would probably be, Everything and Nothing. I am still in my abode (but not for much longer), I am still seeing the wonderful Miss ZB (but if I don't keep my act together she may go "postal" on my bottom), I still work in a call centre in a job best described as bearable (and here again I have nearly lost the job on no less than three occasions), and I am still drawing whenever someone asks me to (although I have many jobs backed up, promises unfulfilled and I think I am in an artistic rut).

So like us all, my life saunters precariously down the edge of a knife, maddeningly feigning from left to right but never actually getting down from the damn knife and walking on the footpath like a normal life. I believe this scenario is a constant in most peoples lives but unsurprisingly this does not bring me comfort. Possibly brings me to a heightened sense of panic actually. The thought of all of us careening through life with a compass made of string and hope made of glass makes for wakeful nights and dreams full of cliffs and pulled teeth.

Or possibly I'm just a bit of a drama queen.