I feel GREAT this morning. I’ve been gradually feeling better, from the beginning of the week to the end, and here it is – Friday. I have this just-try-and-fuck-with-me attitude on today, I think that’s the result of the accumulation of being fucked with all week. The attitude has caused me to groom myself into a severe look. Slicked back hair, tiny specks instead of my funky glasses – black pant outfit, black boots. Light, glossy lips instead of my signature red. Two people asked me if I got a facial. Let ‘em wonder.

Okay, enough of my vanity. I’m reading a great book by Gregory Maguire. He’s written a handful in a similar vein, old fairytales retold from the eyes of the supposed villains. This one is about Oz’s Wicked Witch of the West. Told from the perspective of the dynamic, intelligent, misunderstood and very wicked witch. So far, I love her.

Last night was wonderful, dinner with Dad was delectable. It was nice to hang out at home, do my laundry, clean up a bit, and relax with my cats. I’ve finally accepted the fact that I AM a cat-lady, but interestingly enough, I don’t care for any cats but my own. I never pet my sister’s cat when I visit. Maybe it’s a cleanliness thing. My cats are MINE, and they’re clean-looking. I can’t quite explain it. Though I appreciate other kitties out and about, you’ll never find me touching one that isn’t mine, and no, you pervert, that is NOT a metaphor. If I was talking about the “other” pink meat, saying I would never touch another would already be a lie.

I’m really looking forward to new hair and a party this evening! And my long, long weekend! I’m in such a great mood right now, and I didn’t even take the Xanax. My resolve is excellent. I overheard a lawyer YELLING at the person she is supposed to be NEGOTIATING a settlement with. Hoo, boy, that one’s not going to end pretty, and it’s one of my clients. C’est la vie, it’s not my ass. Remember? More bees with… c’mon, I know you know the rest. Simple little things come back to me from my childhood, things I never could remember then. The Golden Rule. I never knew the answer to that one when the teacher called on me in grade school.

Sometimes it takes a LONG time for me to “get” things. I’d like to think it’s not because I’m stupid, as much as it is because I am constantly distracted by voices in my head (all mine), and streamlined ideas of things. I always thought there were two “Ns” in the alphabet. Y N Z. Took me forever to get that one. I always thought that “A” pronounced “ay” and “A” pronounced “uh” were spelled differently. See what phonetics can do to a child?

But I digress. Have a great weekend, and check back with me when it’s over, because for some reason (learn from the past) I’m sure I’ll have a nice, full, and ample breast for you to look at. Oops! I meant “update,” of course.

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