Next time Mercury is retrograde, I think I will avoid doing much other than breathing, eating, sleeping and pooping. I’ll hide under my covers for three weeks and have food delivered. My bathroom is three steps away. I will ignore the internet and not turn on the TV. Operating any device is asking for injury. It’s pretty obvious.
Mercury went retro last night and he’s in a Hell of a mood this time. Ugh! Everything I touch goes wrong, everything is missing or lost, everything is broken… this planet seriously has it in for me. The asshole.
Now I am crabby. Fuck the world! This is when I need a pool to dive into and swim: beating the water into submission. I either need to DRINK or beat someone.
Instead my wrath is directed towards the company that shipped me a USED HEAD LIGHT for my car instead of a new one. Poor Alan is getting scathing emails from a pissed off blond in CA. Is this kick the dog syndrome?
I need to check my calendar and find out when this is over. Ugly rumor is three weeks.
And I have to drive from San Diego to LA and back Sunday to put my kids on a plane as space available UMs.
And my older son had finals… what a debacle for him.
CURSE YOU MERCURY!!!!!!!!!!!