Let your feelings slip, but never your mask.
I am thinking maybe there is a mammoth load of spiritual shittery leaving my body today, because I have a gnarly pink eye and a massive cystic zit in my cupid's bow. It's all very gross and I can't be seen in public, so I'm just sitting here on my couch watching the breeze kick up mini leaf tornados in the front lawn under the slanted sunrays of the season.
Doctor said unless I rub eyeballs with coworkers I should be okay to go to work, but I disagree. Rarely do I rub eyeballs with anyone, but I'm not taking the chance of showing up and infecting Peg or Jen or Jesus Guy. Jesus Guy seems to have zero qualms about coming to work with his football team of children's mutant flu germs, but *I* have moral fiber, soOoOo...work must wait.
Halloween potluck and costume contest at said work next week. Before I became afflicted with the above named unsightly ailments, I went to Target and looked at unicorn onesies for consideration. Ultimately decided against it, as the onesie did not look to be designed for unicorns with hips. Probably just stick to my Etsy unicorn horn that is currently strapped around Cheer Bear's head in my closet (because a Care Bear can never be too magical).
In the interest of being magical too, I have rounded up all of my Rachel Hillary (visit her, she's amazeballs) guided meditations, reiki sessions, and tarot readings and am listening to them one by one while in quarentine here. It is not 4:00 PM and my blood is running platinum with majestic diamond sparkles as I transcend space and time on a pegasus whilst somehow remaining grounded into Mother Earth.
However, I just checked and I still have a huge zit above my lip. Damn it.