I looked at what I wrote last night. So, I might be in a snit? Now to harness Snit Power . . . I’ll probably need investors.

UPDATE:

Aha! The idea of Snit Power has opened a door in my brain that is stuffed full of images of possible “Just Might Work” scenarios. And then there is that initial literal image of a field dotted with Giant AmeliaJake SnitMills. Okay, so that is nowhere near possibly working, but it looks cool in my mind. More likely are a series of teach yourself to snit AmeliaJake-style book, complete with illustrations of levels of looks of death and hints on how to make your words stun guns and/or cattle prods.

I could even scientifically bear out my intuitive snit power with experiments at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Charts and graphs and footnotes.

HEY! THIS DOOR IS STUCK. WAIT A MINUTE . . . AM I LOCKED OUT OF MY OWN PLACE??? SOPHIE?? FOO?? LYDIA!?!.

I’m not talking big picture here – neurosis, psychosis, phobia, etc. I’m talking just plan old moods. I think I’m in a sad phase and it is pissing me off. I mean it really is. Here it is June, the month when the days get longer and longer and dawn comes early with the promise of those long days. June, the month I wait for, the month with that poem we all had to recite as sophomores . . And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, in ever, come perfect days . . Yes. Yes. Yes. June. And I am feeling the tug of sadness, despair, remorse and anguish; what incredible timing.

So I’m going to take the next two plus weeks of days-getting-longer before the tide turns and I am going to wring the daylights out of them. Everything else can just get out of my way. I’m going to take some life out of these days and I’m going to be aware of doing it.

Now that doesn’t mean I’m not going to carry my end; it means if no one’s on the other end, I’m chopping my personal end off and going on alone.

I guess that’s plain enough. Well, there may be lose ends . . . like exactly where does that downer mood go while I plunge ahead? Do I put it under the bed in a box? Hey, already I almost hit a pitfall. To Hell with where it goes.

I’m going to bed; daybreak will be here in just a few hours and I want to be ready.