I miss my dog.
I hate the word menstruation.
I have had it with jackasses, dumbasses and generally ignorant motherf….
I have had it with the PC police.
I don’t want to cook or clean or read or make art or write or eat anything that is even remotely good for me.
I didn’t even turn the TV on today.
I want my dog back, perky, smiling and chewing her bones, looking at me with her cow eyes.
I did show up for a Dark of the Moon ritual.
I discovered that there are still some real Goddessy & Witchy women in the world who aren’t PC.
I managed to get a few pendants soldered.
I loaded and ran the dishwasher.
I did the weekly marketing in 20 minutes.
I only cried twice today.
And I got through the day without biting Manthing’s head off.
That’s something, isn’t it?