I'm all shaky today- a whirlwind of too many violent emotions in too frail of a female body . I'm pissed off. I'm horny. I'm tired. My head pounds like a flurry of doc martens running a marathon. For no reason. I make no sense, but plenty of nonsense.

I've been craving. Food in particular- spicy things. Jalepenos. Mole. Enchiladas like moms used to make. Gallons of beer to wash it all down.

Ahh beer, the sweet nectar of the gods. Forbidden to me. What I wouldn't give for the ability to drink a six pack of Corona right now. A finger? Possibly. Maybe the pinky, or index- I see no need, and the buzz would be worth it. I miss that special looseness, that quite frankly, I just haven't felt in a while. I can't even sleep. Naps- out of the question.

I feel the need to be on my toes at all times. For what ends? I mean, why? There is no secret government entity, that I know of anyway, after my secret formulas, or anything like that. I'm not a wanted woman, or a celebrity. I'm not known for my panty slips, or outrageous drunken exploits. I feel stalked, like something big, and dark, and morbidly obsessed is out to get me. Is this paranoid. Definitely. In fact, I probably need some kind of therapy or medication for it. But without my special brand of crazy, am I really me?

Words of Wisdom:
"Go outside and play."