2003-06-08 - 12:49 p.m.
Some days I feel as if everything I touch is blessed. My interactions with the world are funny and touching; other humans react to me with curiousity and empathy. I feel as if I'm right where I should be, doing what's meant to be done.
Then there are the other days. Both yesterday and today I've wanted to warn people not to get to close - I might burn them accidentally. During a phone call to a friend I told the most inappropriate and disturbing possible story; when I realized two hours later what I'd said, it wasn't fixable. Later, listening to flamenco music while munching tapas and swilling sangria, I told a story that made Cec pull me aside and say, "honey, you're FIRED". In Cec parlance, this means shut the hell up before you do any more damage, you fool." I took her advice, but only after two more glasses of sangria and another ill-advised anecdote.
Do other people have these days, when everything you do is just off-course? I'm tempted to alter the pattern of the Berroco tank so that when I'm done, in big fucking letters it reads, "Warning! Kaetchen is not suitable for public consumption. Interact at your own risk!"
To the woman I flipped off yesterday because of her inane behavior in the Howe 'bout Arden shopping center, I'm sorry. Apologize to your grandmother in the passenger's seat too, ok? And now I'm off to find Beek's copy of The Inferno and figure out which circle of hell I'm destined for. Sheesh.
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