Need to let this turn.

[saffronhare]

Burning, churning anger isn't doing me any good.

Need to let the bile from this day at work fuel my drive to make Nine Fires profitable enough to quit for good.

Need to let disgust at the political climate inspire me to either participate in the process in a loud and resonant way, or simply start researching how we might move the clan to Canada instead.

So far, I'm not giving in to the desire to crush people around me. Or to walk out and go drinking. Having a very hard time transmuting this energy into something positive and healthy for me and my world. So far, the best I've got is an intense desire for really brutal sex. With just about anyone.

Gods have mercy on me. How does one construct a prayer out of that?

Comments

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Kettle's on anytime, you know.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I think I might even take sugar in it now. And lemon curd. Maybe we can set a date for ourselves on Saturday?

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

I think we're RenFesting on Saturday. We're still debating, but this Saturday is also a race weekend, and we were thinking it might not be so crowded. Will let you know.

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

Saturday will be our play day also. Look us up if you're out there.

[lightonthesill.livejournal.com]

I was going to say the same thing... Some time ago I mentioned to N that perhaps a version of Ladies who Lunch was in order... but perhaps titled: Wenches who Munch... given all our proclivity towards tea (and aprons) perhaps "Tits taking Tea" is more apropriate?

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Ye, gods, some Saturday we all need to go to the Queen's Pantry in Leavenworth for lunch. Seriously.