called in sick today. i'm ornery and grey today, walking with that charlie brown scribble floating over my head. the day is unfolding to progressively worse. should have known that 5:00 am cat vomit was the tolling of that bell. enter pooping and more pooping, those smelly fingers always get me out of bed too soon. uncooperative iron and fall weather add to the mix. anxiety sweating round patches underneath each armpit. missing newspapers, cartload of work left the night before, rebooting my computer for the 5th time now, telephone messages asking me to explain blah, blah, blah...

prison rape emails about the plight of georgia's children, 3000 bodies buried silently, and firebombing 7-eleven just because, just because.

bloated belly. tender breasts. overactive juices making me want to jump.

stress-free friday, hunting for italian cookies to bring to a place that doesn't give two shits about me...

i just may take the damned day off and eat the cookies myself.