Kristi and Aric came to visit this last weekend, and we traded the luck with them. There is no finite amount of luck in the universe that I am aware of, but there is possibly a balance of it traded amongst parties. So the party that gets the luck increases whatever they’re trying to do, and kicks some ass, and the other party remains happily in stasis, until it is time to change the luck again.

I am extremely happy they came to visit, but feel at this time that if I don’t a.) let out a super long rant or b.) go to sleep, then c.) I will go mad.

I am irritated right now. I have PMS. Everything is offending me right now, down to the pillows and the blankets. If I went outside, I would be offended by some tree or bush, and be tempted to kick it or burn it. It’s at times like these that I understand, just briefly, why human beings have been trying to alter their states of consciousness for years.

I’m aware that it’s hormone driven, but it makes no difference. Knowing why does not necessarily change feeling. I think in primitive times, when women went to the “moon hut”, they did that so anything they smashed with their club was a bit off from the camp.

This is how I feel right now...

Enjoy your day. I’ll be back when I’m not feeling  like this pissed off emu. I miss Kristi and Aric. Donnie has offered to get me apple pie.