I received a huge package at work today. It was unexpected, according to my iPhone (I keep an ongoing list of things I am expecting in the mail on my phone because I am just that anal retentive), so that automatically made it exciting. Given my previous post whining about needing some fun and stimulation, I fervently hoped that this box would contain just the thing I needed to shake myself from this perpetual, confusing fog.

Unfortunately, things rarely work out the way I envision them:

not exciting.

It would seem that I have been fated to clean all weekend, instead of experiencing life at its fullest.

How disappointing.

Still, the giant box of cleaning goods will come in handy. Sasha insists upon depositing horrible fluids all over our floor, and there are some questionable stains that I will attempt to remove with the help of those magic erasers.

I suppose this is pure karmic hilarity, though: I had a tantrum last week demanding, among other things, more magic in my life.

Very funny, universe.

And now for something completely different:

For Friendmas, Ed and I gave Shan a pair of tickets to see the So You Think You Can Dance Canada tour. Shan likes dancing; we like Shan; it seemed like an excellent idea. She was thrilled, so I’m guessing the gift was a good one.

The show is tonight, and Shan is taking me. That wasn’t my intent when we bought the tickets, but Josh wasn’t interested in going so I get to instead. Hooray! It should prove to be an interesting evening. I haven’t willingly surrounded myself with screaming girls in quite some time – maybe I should pick up some earplugs on the way to GM Place.

The sky appears to be clearing a little, and it’s giving me hope that we might get a little sunshine and warmth around these parts. I’ve got some pretty serious cabin fever – I want the freedom of two wheels and to escape feeling like cattle whenever I take transit. I want to have some fun. There’s a strange tenseness in my chest that I can’t seem to shake, and I’m hoping a good jolt of pure silly joy will clear it right up. I don’t like longing for things, especially when I honestly don’t know what it is I’m longing for. It’s annoying. I’m fairly certain it’s making ME annoying to be around. None of this is very good at all.

I need to get out of my head.