Long weekend. Whee. I was all ready for yoga but NOPE everyone was calling me and their mother. Including my little brother which like, I SWEAR I can never not talk to him for 2 hours.
I wish there were portals to specific people in like, RL. Like you could have five. I would pick my brother, my sis, my son, and Inside the White House Standing on the Red Carpet INVINCIBLY frozen and unassailable in my portal and me and Mr. Trump and whatever dignitaries could talk.
They would come to consider me their little fairy of common
sense, and since I would magically appear but be impervious to Secret Service bullets they might even come to consider me their GOD.
That would be great. I mean that Morrissette chick got to be God in that movie and she SANG about unspeakable acts inside move theaters and VENGEANCE. I would just deploy my common
sense, and perhaps a
threat or two. I am far better suited to be GOD than that Canadian hippie.
Maybe it is okay I did not do yoga maybe it was not meant to be. WHO KNOWS.
Tomorrow.
Anna
