I am quite convinced that the week leading up to tonight’s full moon has ramped up the crazy, and I am terrified that everything is going to culminate tonight in an orgy of what the fuck.
Things are not usual around here. Crazy is oozing back out of the woodwork after several delicious months of radio silence, and doesn’t seem to realize that its crazy opinions, crazy advice, and crazy passive aggressive digs aren’t welcome, wanted, or the least bit sane. My personal relationships are off-kilter due in part to a baffling – some might say crazy – lack of sensitivity and compassion. Employers are going crazy with mixed messages and ridiculous conflicting policies, causing headaches and confusion and a little bit of rage. How far will all this insanity go? How much worse can it all get before the smoke clears and a hand pops out of the earth as the credits roll, indicating a sequel?
I am not immune to the seductive lure of the crazy, either. Something has been poking out of my gums since Saturday, and naturally I immediately assume it is either a) cancer or b) an alien implant. I tried to get it out and only succeeded in making myself bleed all over everything – but it’s gone now. I didn’t get it out and it was definitely there, so where did it go? I don’t recall being abducted and operated on, but I DID spend most of yesterday in a haze and underpants. Did someone remove the implant, or bury it deeper in my skull? These are important things, and I feel like I have a right to know. Does anyone have an x-ray machine I can borrow?
I’ve been spending my evenings split equally between cram crafting in preparation for this weekend’s Got Craft and playing stupid Shockwave games that have me watching tiny people run around and repeatedly wash their hands for hours on end. I tried to make it interesting by giving them obscene names and forcing them to procreate so I can use their children to pick up random items for science and cash, but it’s a pretty lost cause. The two games did create a sudden urge to play the Sims, but I am wisely holding off on the installation until after Got Craft and Northern Voice, at which point I hope that I will have grown long tired of lording over tiny idiots who can’t take care of themselves.
Speaking of Got Craft, you should come out this Sunday. Miranda and I will be there along with 50+ other vendors of assorted awesome. I’ll be selling Smuttons, necklaces, and if I can get enough motivation tonight (and assuming all the crazy doesn’t implode on me), some rings and things. I finally got my shipment of things from Hong Kong, and have some Grand Ideas that may or may not manifest into reality. I’m looking forward to playing with glue tonight. If things get really bad, I can always sniff at it until the crazy goes away.
must stop myself from turning Lola into a flower garden