the revolution is inside.

i'm feeling seriously disjointed this morning.

no, that's not true. i'm very aware of my joints (particularly my bloody right shoulder. grrr.), we're inseparable and there is no "dis" about it.

but i am feeling a bit out of sorts. it's a bit mysterious, as for once, it cannot be blamed on the demon drink or some other somesuch vice. all i know is that i left the house without earrings and i feel as though someone has driven a railroad spike through my abdomen. it's really not comfortable.

and i am apparently frightening my boss. which is new. i'm long renowned for being the office eccentric, but it's rare that i actually delve into frightening. but then, it's rare that i encounter myself in the morning with a stony face and a mouth full of obscenities for this, my joyous computer-thing. at least, not without preparation. this particular joy is reserved for those people who don't look out at the world from the inside of my head.

and ray is coming in today. i'm wearing bloody high ass heels (my 3 1/2 inch september 11 shoes) to commemorate the occasion. the time has come to get the mood out of my soul so i can behave like a human being when he comes in.

thank god for joan jett.

i'm going to listen to her VERY LOUDLY right now.

wish me luck.