Truth? I feel very …

… 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.