The way one's mind can wander tickles my sense of irony so, so much so that my blog juices are being squeezed, and i'm at work and giving in to the temptation, more like the luxury, since this is the first time ever that I find myself with internet access in my workplace, or any place else for that matter, not that i'm begruding anyone or grumping too much about it but I don't exactly have that much of free access to the 'net at home, so to have a DSL connection installed on my work PC which in principle is exclusively mine to use is sublime, like taking a cold bath after an exhilirating dance work-out. It's more than a technological paradise for me, it's a path of freedom away from the mind-numbing clerical work I find myself burgeoned with day in and day out. It reminds me of what I am. I'm rating it right up there with salmon sahimi, and dancing, and a cool, rainy day. It defines me and refreshes me.

Wandering minds... yes... wandering minds... I find it funnier still how my tastebuds can be enjoying a sumptuous lunch of one of my favorite types of fillets, a sweet and sour dish no less, and I find myself salivating for a Garlic and Cheese Pizzadilla from Greenwich sans the garlic lest I end up unintentionally committing homicide with my breath whilst my eyes intently follow a cockroach as he systematically runs to and fro across the office floor while every thinking fiber of my being is completely electrified and euphoric about finally having hooked a client, after oh, so many rejections, I no longer bother to count lest I aggravate what is turning out to be a chronic inferiority complex, one which seems to be taking my whole lifetime to cure.