Please Help Me, Oh Goddess, Blessed Be!!!
There is a huge storm moving into San Francisco from the Pacific, and the thought of being trapped inside for two days while the streets flood and trees topple over like mere twigs in gale force winds while the power goes out and I am in a catatonic stupor, staring at a dead computer by candlelight, made me want to go to the beach with my daughter and watch the sunset while I listened to the waves crash and the sky turned a luminescent pink behind scary grey clouds.
The vista was magical, and I returned home feeling what passes for peaceful and calm in my strange, chaotic life these days. Then I went online, and dropped in to see what was happening at the Feelings thread. Woe unto me!!!
Now I am in the middle of a hell I did not believe in until a few minutes ago, encased in a huge block of lard while visions of Janice eating rotten chopped, rotten brisket (go, girl!) dance in my head or something, being pursued by a fresh three pound tongue and a burning bush that does not burn (it would take me more than a little while to decide which of these two fantasies is more thrilling).
I see that Joe G.'s secretary does not do weekends, or at least she is no longer impaled on his lap, and now I don't know what he is saying anymore. I feel like we are all in the locked ward of the Ask God thread or something!! I hope Emile Vidrine doesn't hold the keys!!!
Hey, Prince of Darkness, I'll take you up on that drink now, and I hope Del happens along pretty soon to throw me a lifeline, for I am floundering here, sinking fast.
Christine |
