...Cicero, unplugged!

Whoever unplugged my brain gets a round of applause for making me look like a world-class idiot.  Ever since the full moon a few nights ago I have been “off.”  My thoughts are scattered, my dreams are painfully surreal, and my speech reflects the onset stages of autism.  Everything appears to me as riddles and puzzles – neither of which I have ever found enjoyment in.  As a child I would destroy, eat, or hide a few pieces of each puzzle I came across so I would have a viable excuse for declining the invitation to participate in the mind-numbing madness.  “Nope, sorry, this puzzle is missing some pieces so there is no point in putting it together.”  So, joke is on me today.  Someone please return my puzzle pieces as soon as you are done hiding them! 

Dreams came true in 2011

“If you go out looking for friends, you're going to find they are very scarce. If you go out to be a friend, you'll find them everywhere.” - Zig Ziglar

Hex

So I awoke on Monday morning, next to my beautiful boyfriend, feeling less than thrilled to realize a sickness was coming upon me.  Feeling as though I had been mowed over by a rusted out 1956 Chevy I pressed on with the assistance of coffee and two garlic pills.  I am happy to report that today, Thursday, I closely resemble in body and spirit the chipper person you usually see day-to-day.  I am grateful that the beautiful boyfriend has removed the hex he placed on me and grateful to my roommate for mistakenly varying the details of his mother's home remedies.  Yes, I was duped into ingesting copious amounts of cayenne pepper and vinegar that reinstated that gag reflex that I worked years to rid myself of, but I feel almost new.  You know - like your first Mercedes purchase with 26,000 miles - new to you but not new!  So all is well but goddess forbid with any amount of flatulence I will go rocketing into the solar system. 

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Good-bye.."

I realize how incredibly moronic this sounds but I almost don't want to be this happy.  The future seems so bright, my love life is great (dramatic but sensual the way I like it), and everything seems to be moving along so well.  Therefore, naturally, my artist side has gone to sleep.  I am so much more inspired to be creative when I am hurting.  Isn't there a middle ground somewhere?