10 September 2004

PMS Has Eaten My Brain

This would be the primary reason I have trouble wrapping my mind around the concept that God might be a woman. So now I'm here without glasses, office keys, allergy medicine...damn near everything except my journal. And not feeling too good about it. The weather is perfect, though, that kind of perfect weather we'd been having three years ago. The kind of perfect weather I don't trust anymore.

I don't wish to get into that kind of remembrance, though; not today. Today I want to focus on the possible.

Whatever that is.

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