There are coyotes outside my window, their voices high and frantic. They're hungry. We are keeping the cats inside the house tonight...


Isabella says I got the strangest feeling about you today, like you were in trouble, and I almost called

Radio had the same feeling, and she did call. And she and I don't call each other much.

Something amiss? I don't know, I woke up depressed today and I can't tell why. On the way to work I repeated to myself out loud: something is wrong something is wrong and i don't know what and you know, I think it's true.

But then again, usually when I get this feeling, it's because I am bloated from PMS and it makes me feel fat.

Anyway I went to someplace online and got my insta-cards read and my question was "what is wrong with me?" and here is the answer.

(PS I do love him, isa, I do. I can't help it. I talk a tough game in the sunlight when things are solid, but it falls to pieces every night.)



today I got my cards read at
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