The past couple of days have been crass to me. Without going on and on by bemoaning the plethora of events that zapped my inspiration and energy, I’ll just tell you that I had to run, yes run, up the stairs to my bedroom at 6pm yesterday so I could hide under the covers. I was afraid the universe would tackle me with another blatant attack.
It’s up there, the Universe, leaning over Itself, staring through opera glasses to judge–is that Amy down there lolly-gagging and smiling? Is she trying to be happy???

**BOOM** **ZAP** **POW**
all street lights fail, beer bottles explode, internet connection down, dishwasher dead, credit card unpaid, pants don’t fit, boyfriend clueless, spider on KITCHEN table skitters toward me…

I’m not joking. all incongruousness vied me within about 2 hours. it was literally like someone with power saw that my day wasn’t flawed and they Had to put a stop to it. well, my unflawed wagon is fixed. it’s totally fucked up now. thank you.