bad mood

I am in a bad mood and I am not apologizing for it. I told someone I felt like punching faces; I don’t believe that is accurate. I just want to have someone come in to pack up my things, put my mother into suspended animation so she will not worry about anything and then go off to a new life. If anyone were to miss me, let my memory be erased from their minds. Ah, it is coming back to me – this is my runaway mantra. Actually, I usually run away inside my head . . . to my quiet house, my quiet, quiet house. The one on the coast, with the big windows and the fireplace . . . and the cook and housekeeper . . . and the tons and tons of dollars in the double secret safe in the cellar.