Freakchylde's

Alright, so now that I’ve noticed all the surreal things that are happening to my friends, I’m definitely sure that something is afoot. See, this week for me has been quite a backwards week. And in the shower this morning, because all good, deep thinking happens during my showers, I came to the conclusion that this nice gash on my finger was a demanded blood sacrifice from me. I’m not sure what it’s for, but it is one, nonetheless. See, the way I had opened that knife would have caused it to fold shut before it even hit my finger. Yet, it stayed open. Friday was completely off, even ritual for Mean Samraigh, and I mean off. I ran out of gas going to ritual, but as luck – if it really was luck – would have it, I ran out right as I pulled into the turn lane in front of a gas station. So, I rolled my car across the street and some guys helped me get it up the incline to the gas pump (and one of the fuckers stole my “it’s a druid thing” sticker). Then we had ritual, where I noticed I wasn’t the only one off. I know I was grounded at one point, but then I wasn’t and then I was again. Gained some great insight from a grove sister, but the whole time, I still felt “out of it”. Others were a bit off too, but that’s not for me to discuss. Anyway, on the way home my car died on GA400. A guy stopped and helped me call my Scotsman, who then called the police and got a complete runaround. By luck, an officer saw the light in my car on (I decided to sit and read) so he stopped and took me to the local gas station to wait for my Scotsman. Then, my Scotsman took me back to my car, got it started and drove for another 10 mi. or so, and died again….for good. Then we got a tow truck, it is sitting out front with a new gas filter (we’re not ready to try it out yet). And now I’m sleeping till 12 every day. Oh yeah, there was the UPS bullshit earlier in the week, but that has been taken care of and already stated for your viewing pleasure. Project night was great, for being off, we got plenty done and next week gains a long talk afterwards about “just saying ‘no”, honesty, and growing balls (not the kind that reside between two legs – the ones that allow you to stand up for yourself and others). So, off to brunch now.