Why is it that when I'm not near a computer to blog, or when I don't have the time to blog, I have these thoughts that swoop in, consume my mind and feed my soul ... but by the time I can blog ... I either forget them or simply don't feel like going into it?  What the hell?

Yet again here I am with hardly a thing on my mind.  Earlier in the day I could have ticked off probably ten things on my fingers to talk about but I can't remember a one of them now.  I wonder if they simply weren't that important, it isn't the right time, or they weren't mean to be explored by any other minds.  I could drive myself nuts trying to figure it out, but I won't.

I was almost feeling in a glum mood a bit ago, but now I'm not.  I'm moving out of it, forcing it away.  There was no real good reason for it, mostly just that some tiny insignificant thing happened that I felt bad about, and I was being hard on myself.  It's almost time for bed and I know by morning, when I wake up, it'll be all but forgotten, so I've decided not to waste time on it even now.

I was in a royal raging bitch fit of a mood earlier than that though.  For whatever reason, going to Walmart has that effect.  It's like it turns me into this moody, snappy, snarky, bitchy beast gradually as I roam the aisles.  I was snappy to my husband (which is what I was feeling glum for, even though he didn't give a damn, because he understood, still ... that's no excuse ... but anyway, I said I wasn't going to dwell), I was snappy to my dad and I was just pissy feeling in general.  I had no reason to be, but I was, and even at one point I thought to myself 'Screw it, if I want to be in a bitchy mood, then so be it!'  That was about the end of it, once I accepted that I was in the mood, I slipped out of it.  Interesting how that one worked out, huh?