Autopilot seems to be malfunctioning today. Yet, still I find myself mild of mood. Doing my best to keep my head level. It is exhausting for sure, when you hold your thoughts in. Yet lately, I seem to have become a little bit dramatic, (hate that) so here I am my engine sputtering along gliding barely above ground.
It is a little strange how the more I repress the less I think at all. I know this is temporary and in a couple days there will be a eruption, or a crash landing, where my wits will fray like a battered rug. Or to be more direct, "a crazy bitch" or "basket case". This is a certainty I know from previous swings in my traitorous moods. But in order to keep up the appearance of sanity, I must keep a cool head. If not for myself, then for my children. So here I am, Ignoring my irritation and sending the pity party home, I sit here in a self induced blankness.
Sweet Dreams everyone.
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