This is why I don’t blog from my phone. Autocorrect gave me everything but what I wanted (aspirin, spring, song) when it needed to write “spitting tacks.”
Whatever.
I don’t remember what set me off, but it has been a crappy night here.
Where is this balance and peace I keep looking for? Damn.
Officially bitching because it is NOT raining. Again.
Ahem.
Anyway, here are my Unconscious Mutterings words for this week:
For some reason about five minutes ago I was just overwhelmed with a wall of emotion, like a wave crashing over a sandcastle and leaving almost nothing behind.
Then, just like that wave, it was gone, leaving behind an overcast sky but no rain.
The hell?
I don’t pretend to understand how my soul works any more, I’ve run myself ragged coming up with theories and tricks and whatnot to try and explain and/or control why different moods hit and when. Anymore now I just sort of watch with a bit of amusement and wonder what the fuck might happen next. Maybe take notes if I think about it. I happened to be near a computer so I thought I’d write this down (not worth trying to type so much on my phone, it would just autocorrect this shit into Shakespeare or a Shamwow commercial. Maybe both)
So it goes.