Olympic-Mania!!

how long has it been since your hefty eyes have lain upon my bloggery? My witchy words have tucked themselves out of view, between my proverbial legs, where the sun refuses to shine. There are multiple reasons and intersecting data-points to point the blame at certainly. I won't get into all of it but let's just say I needed a little time away from the constant contemplation of my own perceived greatness and also needed time away from the computer because I was googling inappropriate things at work (note: since when is it a crime to google the name of a hot receptionist just so you can learn more about her? bafflement!)...

When last I left you you'll recall that I had dreamt of the glorious she-yeti and then by sheer coincidences befriended her on facebook. things got weird from there. things were said and misinterpreted on both sides but I am happy to report that I have moved on from she-yeti and that she is a piece of dust in the wind to me now and the reason for this, as you can probably tell from my gurgling and excited blog title post: I have olympic-mania!!

As I sit here in my cubicle taking crap from people, listening to my supervisor order a soft-drink dispenser and reading information she's sent about her imminent stroke, I wish I were elsewhere: namely in front of the television, so I could lose my self in an endless ribbon of skating coverage, frosted with so much snow, like dust from fairies world-wide. Can I admit something to you: If I were not a musician and songwriter I would most certainly be a figure skater, a steely man who has charm and elegance and who's masculinity is never in question! Oh to be twirling on the ice, tossing maidens hither and thither into the sky as I bound and leap through the air with all the grace and force of a gazelle eager for a meal! The spinning! The twirling! The sensible but form-fitting pant-suits! Oh it's all too much. I am suddenly transported. My arm is quaking as I type this and I'm afraid that I can't wait to get home to collapse onto the futon. I'll man up and admit this: I sobbed last night watching the figure-skating pairs. If it wasn't for such a beautiful reason you'd probably think there was something wrong with me mentally!!