Synchronicity...NOT

It's simply a Police tune, today, kiddies.

I went to bed early last night. Like before 9 pm early. Got up to shower and skate, left at 6 am. Not before I heard my garbagemen fighting, Dexter and Muffin channeling Ike and Tina in a furry smackfight, and a neighbor's dog barking. I was feeling ok, but no one else was. Hey, it's Friday, calm yourselves, huh?

I find a cab, get coffee and a danish, and get to the rink. Everyone, but everyone is in a pissy mood. Even the cab driver, and I tipped him $3 on a $5 ride! Even the little girl I almost knocked over as I was coming out of a spin (me in a camel, her in a flying camel.) Then, I get the weirdest look from Sad Sack (soon to be taking over for Bag O'Rocks) on line at Starbucks. Just gimme my Sumatra with a caramel shot and be done with it, ok?

People seem to respond to my bitterness, but not my good moods. And OH how rare they are! What gives?

I dunno about you, but I think this early to bed thing might actually work. My back and my legs AREN'T burning today. My Avon order came in (always a giggly squiggly joy), and I have 2 days of freedom until I see GHI again on Monday. I'll be thrilled if I can get outta here! Then another agency on Tuesday, catching up with my present "team" on Wednesday, and payday is next Friday. Let's see if Baldo gets an assistant. Probably not. The women he's been interviewing really aren't digging his snap-the-fingers-and-do-it-this-way attitude. Women know these things.

I get out of here by June, I will make a novena to St. Michael. And this is coming from me, your resident Tabitha, who's got Kwan Yin, Ganesh, Brigid, St. Jude, Yemaya, and Siddharta in my apartment. The ex-Catholic actually taking out the moldy scapula and wearing it for a week! He's got to be hearing my pleas, I sit under that statue across the street at least 3 times a week.

Stay posted, things might change for summer...