time with its wicked illusions

-of course i want my cake and eat it too!
but this is not the cake i ordered!

its been a topsy-turvy, upside-down back to front sort of week. a sort of week that absolutely crawls by, the finally arrival of friday has (almost) lost all of its meaning, i had stopped looking forward to it, it was as though it would never come. i am very stuck in this week. its the sort of week where Heath Ledger dies, where Société Générale makes a loss of 7 Billion, there's crisis, amidst absolutely joyful news of Meera coming to visit in april!yay yay yay. though there's annoyance & strife, there's 4 hour phone calls with surprising requests, oh boy. there is definite obsession and over-thinking. there's discovering the pope owns an ipod. the temperature decides to plunge, the markets are unstable, boyfriends are reluctant to kiss their girlfriends! a week where i dont know how i feel, and i am troubled by my lack of seemly righteous moral indignation. a week to draw parallels, and come to the realisation i am going down the same path, i am older yet none the wiser. so where does that make me? of too much chocolates, too much inertia, too much angst and fright, but way, way too many cake jokes but not enough cake! ha.
but it all ends well, there's hot chocolate with Franzi on this lovely sunshine filled cold day, there's Shepherd's Pie at Helen's , and there's the boy with the leather jacket wearing his gorgeous smile.