Good Day

In the mood for recounting all of my wrongs and mis-steps, today. That makes no sense, but it's cyclical and I feel this way every few weeks since I was a wee girl. My horoscope says I've spent the past 14 years preparing for right now, and I wish I'd known that 14 years ago. Ha.

I'm shaking this with a ride out to the far East for a softball game, plus late lunch with a truly wholesome dread. I'm at a loss, maybe God knows what to do.

Last night rocked so hard. There's one couple I should have let in for half off that I didn't, plus one truly nasty and scrumptious hot dog from a street vendor but other than that it was so well-behaved I was just all around pleased. I ended the night with a great limited edition drunk blog post with all the juicy details that look so harsh in the light of day. I do my best writing with one eye open, ready to pass out.

Maybe that's my problem. I'm not creative when I'm not tortured, or hard-pressed in some way. And if I'm not creative, what the fuck will I turn out to be? Self-centered and egotistical is not a good look. Self-centered, egotistical and fucking genius is at least better than tolerable.

See what I mean? I'm down on me. Blah.

We'll see how today pans out. I'm turning to the heavens for advice now, so you know that means it's serious business.

Good day.