Today is 20th Primaria, 12AS...a Bredsday

"Bredsday is The Fifth Day. Bride is both an ancient Celtic Goddess and a Catholic Saint. She is a Triple Goddess and a Keeper of The Eternal Flame. Poetry is sacred to Her. Saint Brigid’s Day falls on Imbolc, also a 'fire festival'. She is chosen so that we may 'meditate upon The Light, upon The Flame'. She is also connected to Her Celtic Sister Goddess Epona, who comes the next day and Bride's Light can serve as Epona's guide."

"The Fifth Day is not a religious holiday per se, but rather meant to be a day of relaxation and reflection."

Addendum D [Calendar for A New Matriarchy]

Random

~So far this is a Bad Day. [only be awake for three quarters of an hour though] Sinus headache and Depression. [yes, cap 'D']

I will take drugs and distract myself. [just took an Aleve/got “Forbrydelsen” on my desktop]

This is of course about The Work and the massive amount of evidence indicating most hoomons are fucking stoopeed that is presented to me every fucking day. [even the 'smart ones']

I make the requisite 'sigh'. [sigh] I've written nothing but rants and am chewing my cuticles until they bleed. [my form of cutting I suppose]

Not giving up, just bitching out loud so I don't get suicidal. [hate that cause I know I won't]

...and then I ran out of steam. [h00f]

Random

~I doubled up on the Aleve, took some generic sudafed and went back to sleep for another five hours. Feel a lot better now. Kinda 'hungover' from it all, spacey, but the lack of pain lifted the depression. *sigh of relief*

Just chilling tonight. Gotta take out the garbage, but there that ain't much.