Something wicked...

...Dakota's way comes.

I'm telling you, something bad is going to happen. I don't know what and I don't know when, I just know it'll happen.

I know this because the last time I had this bad feeling, The War of the Roses broke out :)

It's the same every time. I wake up with a tight feeling in my chest and it has nothing to do with my chest being perky. I also have the stomach clenches and my gut is in a knot a sailor couldn't unravel. I can't breathe from it for a few minutes and then, it lingers like peanut butter stuck in my throat with nothing to wash it down with, ya know?

I've learned to trust my instincts, which I didn't think were too terribly honed until I realized, I'd awakened with this feeling before on several occasions. Um, they all involved some extra marital activities, but WHATEVER. LOLLOLLOLLOL.

Hence, many bad things happened. Now, I fully welcome the instinct. I just don't much like the wondering. However, blogging has given me an outlet to spew my worries over bad karma. I'm hoping this will ward off the bad ju-ju's.

Not likely, but I'm giving it a shot in the dark anyhow.

So, like I said, I have a bad feeling and that leads me to create a gozillion scenarios in my head for what could potentially rock my world.

it isn't good to have a brain like mine sometimes. I suppose I should have always been a writer, cuz I can create 100 diff stories for the bad thing that will happen to me all at the same time. Whats worse, I can make them seem very logical and convince myself I'm on target. Honest to God, if I had a couple of minutes, I could convince myself of anything. And then, I pick, recreate and pick again. I lose focus on everything else in favor of the bad thing that's going to happen to me. This is when I can no longer multi-task the way I usually do. It imobilizes me.

So, for the past couple of days, since I woke up with the bad feeling. I've been picking. It's what I do. It's what I excel at. Like just a minute ago, the entire blog I'd written about the bad thing disappeared because I hit a key I've never hit before.

See? Something bad is determined to have me.

If I could just figure out what it is, maybe I could whip the bad thing into submission. But that's the beauty of the bad thing--it sneaks up on you and it isn't ever the bad thing you thought it most likely would be. It's usually FAR worse.

Oy.

Something bad is going to happen. So when the bad thing happens, I'll give ya a heads up. LOLLOLLOLLOL

Dakota :)