Because I Can Keep a Secret
Good Morning, Kittens. Who am I kidding? I can't keep a secret to save my life ... but, for right now, let's just say I have things (well one thing in particular) that I want to tell everyone in Vutopia, but I can't. And, it's not the "not telling" that is causing me stress ... it's the Actuality of the Event that is causing me stress. And, it's not the Not Having a Job Thing either ... although, that is causing an entirely different type of stress... Immediate Stress vs. Impending Absolute Poverty Stress. Neither of which is fun at one time. Combined? You wonder why I drink so much. Sometimes (like now), I'm amazed that my body doesn't collapse upon itself (like the house in Teh Amityville Horror or was it Poltergeist ? ). And, because it doesn't, I am reminded that I can go on. And I do. Go on. BTW, have I mentioned that my hair is looking fan-forking-tastic? Oh, wait. I was talking about how stressed I am. Which I am. But even ...