Cannot sleep. I have the blues tonight. I think I might be turning into one of those hoarders you see on television who cannot throw anything away--broken spoons & plastic easter eggs & socks with holes in the heel & outdated prescription glasses & expired medicine & all manner of weirdness.
According to my November horoscope I should expect to earn scads of income this month. Riches shall rain from the sky upon my roof & whatnot. I think it's unlikely, although I would certainly like it very much. When an astrologist says "riches" they really mean "frogs & locusts" so I am preparing for an apocalyptic plague, just in case.
What I would really like is to wait out the apocalypse with some hot cocoa with Baileys or some homemade caramel corn with sea salt or maybe just a really, really warm winter coat. I have to stop cooking things that no one will eat. There is too much soup in this house. I'm pretty sure the endless pots of soup signify my emotional unraveling. M talked me into buying a ten pound bag of carrots at Costco & I'm not sure how many more carrot sticks we can eat. This situation calls for cake, I think.
I need two full days to myself where I watch movies and eat popcorn and light a fire in the fireplace and hide from the world but this pretty much never happens except in my head. I am planning a femme-centric horror movie marathon to include: Ginger Snaps, The Descent, Audition, & I cannot decide what else. . . I have nothing particularly interesting to say; I'm just clearing the cobwebs tonight.
Wish I could shake this feeling of ick.
Me, mid-July 2018
2 days ago