Feeling Fine

I am angry this morning. So angry I could spit, or scream, or punch a hole in the wall, except that that would hurt and then I'd just have to fix the hole. The problem is simple, too simple for any kind of explanation. I just spent about seven hours dreaming the same little bit of dream over and over again. To make matters worse I can't remember what I was dreaming about.

Three o'clock in the morning found me staring, a little wild eyed, at the ceiling wondering why this was happening. The more I struggled the more my sadistic interior director thrilled in rewinding and playing the same piece again. I don't even know if it is an important piece, something that has surfaced from the depths of my mind to warn me or to scare me into action. Maybe my brain was caught in a loop, Star Trek like and equally inane, worthy of a one hour episode but certainly not seven re-runs in a row. The trekkies out there aren't going to like that bit but right now I could take on every Klingon willing, that's how angry I am.

Mad might be a better way to put it because I feel a little crazy right now. Even the cat is steering clear of me and he's psychotic. I haven't had any sleep and I have go to work now. Maybe humping a twenty five pound bag of mail around the city might clear my head a little bit. Maybe not. Anyway, I'll see you in an hour.