Hot Flashes

Volatility Level = Red
Mood = Questionable
Tolerance Threshold = Zero
PO'd Quotient = Over the Top
Need for a Sea Change = Off the Charts

One might surmise that I'm having a rough day. One would be correct. Most of the time, I don't know why I do some of the things I do. I can be impetuous, even when I know there are going to be repercussions. Whatever it is that I've lived to regret, I've usually done on impulse, because I wanted to. Does the thought of "do it today, repent tomorrow" stop me? Not on your life. To my credit, however, I do learn from my mistakes. Unfortunately, by the time I realize some of my snap decisions were, in fact, mistakes, it's too late. I'm already in it, royally stuck, and the damage is done.

So, why am I talking about this today? I'm too damn hot, that's why. Heat makes me snap, and I mean that literally. I've snapped at pretty much everybody who crossed my path today. They didn't do anything to me; didn't have to. Once I'm in Official Bitch Mode, I'm not exactly responsible for whatever comes flying out of my mouth. Impulsive, yes; deliberate, no. My only saving grace is that I didn't mean to slide into Bitch Mode today. It's just this damnable heat -- and the fact that they don't keep my office building cool enough. As much as I hate to admit it (even to myself), I don't have the energy, the stamina, or the endurance quotient that I used to have.

Ah, well -- this, too, shall pass. It always does. Alas, it has me in a royal snit for the nonce and has totally screwed with my day. With a little luck, and a whole lot of ice, I'll live 'til the end of the week when a cold front is due. Today, I'm just writing off and promising to try really hard to keep it together tomorrow. I'd better; it's going to be even hotter. If I were 20 again, I would have joined the freakin' Israeli Army (those girls are tough) -- or maybe run away with a Gypsy prince (who I'm sure would have distracted me from sweating the small stuff).

The Word Patrol is not, of course, affected by the heat. No sissies, they. They have big guns, too. They busted a few misfits today -- a couple on Assaulting Literacy charges and another few for Brandishing Deadly Keyboards -- and hauled them off to Illiterates' Jail (where there's no air conditioning). Glad it's them and not me.

There isn`t very many -- That aren't grammatically correct, dude.

priviledge -- This is perhaps a ledge, used as a privy, underneath which you never want to get caught standing.

waist my energy -- Hmmm. My waist doesn't seem to be my energy center. Sounds like bad chakras to me.

loosing my mind -- Is this anything akin to loosening one's belt?

Can some one advice me? -- I could advise this one, but what would be the point?

growing everyday -- Makes sense if they're growing everyday flowers, for example, as opposed to the ones you use only for special occasions and not ... every day.

coersive -- This gem was used by someone "in the know" to put a "PA basher" in her place. Duh!