… much like a bitch lately. No time for complaining or whining. No patience for other people. Seclusion and isolation is best, otherwise I just might punch you in the throat. Am I looking for reasons behind this mood? Nope! Writing has been minimal because the dark side of me is prevalent. Apparently I am to love this side of me too, but the word vomit is so foul I just can’t bring myself to let it out … maybe I should stick a finger down my throat. Put on a happy face?? Fuck that! I’ll only do that at work and only because I need a paycheque … well … my grandkids are totally and completely excluded from this mood … they are the sunshine in my life. Everything feels so weird right now and I wonder if there’s something going on in the Universe, a retrograde of whatever, that’s playing havoc with my energy. I get it that it’s not always about me, but at least in here, it Is. This is My playground and I don’t wanna play with anyone right now.