Several weeks ago I took a flying leap off the emotional high dive. A belly flop, in fact. The reasons for this are many and varied. I’ve been trying to fight my way back to the surface since then, forging ahead and attempting some semblance of a brave face. But chicklets, I just can’t deceive you anymore. Esteban was eaten. And I’ve definitely got the crazy-eye.*
Needless to say this has left me feeling less like a font of anything remotely inspiring and more like a hermit crab missing it’s shell. I shall of course continue to bring you all things dizzy, and it’s entirely possible that you may not notice any changes. But I hope you will forgive me if there are markedly fewer personal interest stories or if I suddenly can’t stop posting tear-jerker songs. I’ll be back with a vengeance once I’ve caught that damn jaguar shark.
*For any of you that are like: “girrrrl, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I highly recommend watching The Life Aquatic. You won’t regret it. The soundtrack alone is worth the effort.