Either it’s hormonal imbalance or the past two nights’ conversations with friends that got me out of my element at the start of my Sunday morning, whichever it is, it’s not a very nice feeling.  Why? Because it got me thinking, how’s my life going? Am I leading it to where I want it to go? Will the universe ever conspire to put its heads together and finally say, “OK folks, let’s help this kid out because she needs it badly”? It’s so disconcerting that I find myself upside down with my feet dangling up my dreary skies.  I haven’t seen them as blue as my seventeenth summer days.  I was hoping after my soul-searching tête-à-tête with my friends, the sky might open up and a beam of light, even just a teensy-weensy stretch of it, would break out and give me some sort of answer. But waking up this morning all confused and muddled up got me… more confused and muddled up. Probably I had too much hours of sleep to last me three days, or I’m looking into things too deeply that I fail to see the vital things in plain sight that I couldn’t somehow feel as light as rain as I expected to feel.

Ah hell. I’m talking nonsense again.  It’s there, but it’s not there. I saw it already, but it slipped my mind again. Couldn’t find it, got tired looking. On with the show.

Oh damn, I remember. It’s 14 again.