This morning on my way to work I saw a group of people who are protesting the new governor's budget. As I passed them I suppressed the urge to honk my horn and roll down my window and pump my fist and yell. I wanted to incite a riot. The thought that the group of believers would shout, jump, and cheer at my support gave me a thrill.
All day at work was an emotional roller coaster. We are hiring a new person! OH MY GOD! She will need to be trained! So happy that my desk is clear! Full of weeping that the kids came into my office, truthfully less than two minutes after I sent an email. Waves of anxiety about how much I have to get done. A mouth full of repressed expletives at people asking me dumb, dumb questions.
My scalp is full of itch. My jaw line is breaking out. I am totally swollen.
Spring has sprung.
I hate you spring. You have ushered me directly to my seat for the musical, heart-rending spectacle that is you.
I hate you.
me
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