Okay, so what am I doing here?

I'm having one of those days where I seem to space out a lot. Like when I become totally aware of where I am and what I'm doing I'm actually a little surprised. It's not like full on amnesia where I come to holding a knife, a Prada purse, the collected works of Barry Manilow and a slight ache in my arm, but more like sporadic space outs. Amnesia would actually be easier. If I spaced on someone while they were telling me something important, then I could at least say "Gosh, I'm sorry the amnesia kicked in again." But spacing out isn't really forgivable (at least for women), so I have to be creative and cover.

If this blog were live, there'd be a huge space here where I spaced out. I think I'd better go paint my nails and give up on my brain for today. Clearly the stimulating task of writing about the environmental repercussions of EU accession for a teen audience has taxed me more that I'd thought possible.

If you do dull things, does it follow that you will become dull yourself? And can you believe that the Blogger Pro spell checking dictionary doesn't actually have the word blog in it? See what you've done Wendy and Kari... you leave and I become the dullest thing ever born.

HRH