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Was sure today was going to be an excellent day, but I ended up being angry at everyone for no good reason except Annie ate the last of my Spirals macaroni and cheese and my one true neurotic tendancy is to not eat any other macaroni than Spirals. But I wasn't really angry at her for that. I guess I just woke up today and the wind was sparkling on my skin with just the right amount of coolness and I felt like some not-quite-magical creature. I took a shower, washed my hair, and smiled at the sunbeams and what they were doing on the trees. I expected to love everyone today, or at least to feel like perching on things. I did feel like perching, but only ended up playing Warcraft again, and proximity to people in any physical sense made me angry for no reason at all.

Last night I was taken with a dangerous mix of whimsy and predatory sex drive, so thank goodness that I can't go out to bars, and I have no-one to booty call. I believe the term is 'frustration.' Or just plain not-quite-magical anger. I let my hair curl when I got out of the shower, and now I'm going to Twilight Imperium to read a book and listen to boys create and destroy things--how like life! I'd do it myself but I'm too like the lightning.

I am reminded of a picture I once drew entitled 'why I would be an infuriating fantasy princess.'

Knight: Princess, I am here to save you from the terrible dragon!
Princess (embracing dragon): That's nice.

That's the way that goes.