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[witchscauldron]

I want to write something here, but I'm not sure what or why. Curiously blank.

I'm a poor sort of pagan, I think. It's raining today, and will thunderstorm later. And I want to go outside, but...I don't want to get wet. Huh. What kind of pagan is afraid of getting wet, afraid of water?
Blah.

I want it to snow so very badly.

I've been extremely restless. I can't do anything for very long, so I find myself endlessly shifting around the house. It's certainly not easy on my body, and I'm having a hard time sleeping. I don't know why.

Maybe if it snowed I could find some sleep under Her blanket.

I keep finding that hounds are everywhere. I can't really explain that. They just are.

I need to go home, visit my Mom, visit Kilmarnock...sit out on the dock on the river and watch November happen on the Rideau. I just don't have ways, means, or time. :(

I feel the need to make a journey, but it's like I've forgotten how.

I'm trying to make peace with my facial hair. I don't like it, but it's there, and I have to live with it. It's about the only thing about my body I am very sensitive about. It's not making it easy, though, and it isn't like I can get rid of it. Damn PCOS.

Parts of my personality are...difficult. Whatever it is, it seems to keep people at bay, or make them flee, or outright irritate them. I'm easier to take, I think, when I display very little of my personality outwardly, so I am reigning myself in again. A personality that is strong is more of a hindrance than a benefit.

Getting very lonely here. I would like some company, even just for a little while.

Sad, and tired. I don't think I'd be good company anyway.

I'd go anywhere, to be anywhere but here for a couple of hours.

Ugh. Nothing to write...and now I'm writing to nothing.
Back to the endless restless shuffle.

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