Last night I wrote on twitter about how everyone I talked to this week seems way more broken and fragile and paralyzed than normal. Why? My guess is that the moon is way too close to the earth and all of the water in our body is getting sucked up into our heads and most of that water is filled with hormones and repressed, angry memories of junior high rejection that we’d been storing in our kneecaps. Trust me. I once took Astrology in college and I only had to go professor’s house twice to look at his big telescope for extra credit to pass. That’s not a euphemism. The guy just really liked showing off his telescope.
Anyway, this morning I was on the phone with a friend while walking outside to check the mail and she was telling me that I just need to start slow and accomplish one thing today, and I yelled, “YEAH. I’m gonna get shit done , MOTHERFUCKER.” And then I looked up and saw my very sweet and very conservative neighbor staring at me and I just waved weakly at him and then I realized that I’d already fucked up the day and it wasn’t even 8am yet. But then I thought that since I’d already fucked up the day, it could only get better from here. Sometimes it’s all in how you look at it. So go scream profanity at your sweet, elderly neighbor so that everything else seems nice in comparison. Or don’t and just feel better than me.
Either way? Things are looking up.