Peace and quiet in my soul

It’s a freaky feeling. I don’t get this often. I don’t even know why. I guess I’m in the eye of the storm so to speak. I’m not really mad at anything. I’m not upset today. I’m feeling kinda wierd, like my insides are on the verge of exploding, and yet it’s so nice and calm. I’m glad for it. I think we all need a break. I’m just glad my body has an autopilot, because I’m pretty sure that if it was up to me… I’d be bald, toothless, rocking in a cobwebbed corner singing Tori Amos songs. Not there is anything wrong with the baldness, toothlessness, rocking in the corner…ness… or Tori Amos.. just put them together and you’ve got a freakin freak wierdo psychopathic lunatic, and since I’m trying to normalize myself as much as possible, I just can’t succomb to my urges.

I think I’m also calm because I get another three day weekend. That is always enough to cheer the soul. Three days to lose myself in thinking I don’t have to work or have responsiblities… heh heh. And I get to snuggle wuggle with Jonathon. That is always a plus.

I feel sorry for whoever marries me. I’m insane. I mean it. I’m just a looney bin… a big ole bin of looneys!!!! one minute I’ll be happy, the next I’m so sad, the next I’m piping mad, to slip into this calm peace like nothing was ever wrong to begin with. I’m a handful even for myself. no wonder boys won’t stay with me. heh heh.

Oh well.