I felt as grey as the sky today... heavy, unbearably swollen with floods and torrents, but unable to loose more than a sullen, warmish drop or two.

It seemed constipated like that all day yesterday too- I almost wanted to scream out the window of our lounge at work(which wouldn't have raised an eyebrow, considering all the screaming that goes on out there):

RAIN! JUST FUCKING RAIN ALREADY, WHY DON'TCHA!

But I shut my mouth, containing all the witless, worthless, wandering words that spun and spun and spun therein... Anthropomorphising and berating the entire sky wasn't going to help.

Some moods just have to gather and gather and gather until they break themselves on their own bleakness.

It's odd, I can give massage, really good massage, when I'm in such a raw headspace. Somehow, I fall into the zone and it comes from my hands, not from my head... I'm totally present, but it's almost like watching myself do the work. It's kind of cool.

I even made an unprecedented $50 in tips today-WHOOHHOOO!-needless to say, I hit Buffalo Exchange on the way home.

Nothing soothes ruffled brainfeathers like sexy new clothes.

:)

I scored the most pettable, fluffy, golden shirt ever known to womankind(which is saying something, considering my wardrobe is rather keyed to pettability factors)...

I promptly wore it to chi gong class tonight, with excellent results.

Chi gong rules! Especially when everyone in class pets you.

:)