I like to be a leader.

Well, mostly I just like people to follow me. In my head, I prefer to maintain that I popularized a certain late-90s hairstyle at my high school. I know it's not really true, but I do happen to know that it really suited me, and no one else wore it quite so often. Although they did wear it, after I did.

That's something I really miss. Leadership. Being a joiner, I have had lots of training, and now it seems increasingly irrelevant. This is probably a sign that some sort of organization should be joined, in order that I can eventually rule it. The current workplace is pretty cooperative, and I think I'll be at the bottom of the heap at the next one, so work is likely out. That is one thing about small town vs. big city. It's easier to find groups you'd like to be in, or groups that you may as well be in, in the small town, where you already know what's going on. Hmmmm.

I guess I did spearhead a small project yesterday. I mean minuscule, but every little thing counts. I read that in this institution we have what is called a Labyrinth. Now, before you get excited, David Bowie and creepy children are not involved. Instead, the Labyrinth is a clever maze made out of carpeting, upon which you are supposed to walk. After traversing the entire path and arriving at the centre, you will have had time to meditate, concentrate, leave all your problems behind, and heal yourself. So I decided we should go see it. In the tradition of last week's field trip to see the Queen at the Legislature building. It was not as big as I was hoping it would be, and it was possibly even colder in the room than it is in our office (20.4 degrees on a good day), but it was a pleasing purple colour.

Remind me to head back up there if I get a cold. Or something worse. I believe that faith healing works if the one that needs the healing believes, but that's as far as I'm willing to go.

And that will do for now. Follow me!