My New Cult, the one built to worship me, seems to be...
...collapsing!
I believe it started today when I woke up. I was achy. My muscles were so sore. Must have been from wrestling with my demons in my sleep.
Then for some reason about 300 "Followers" of mine on Twitter were suddenly gone! I'm hoping it was just a glitch in the system and not some mass exit.
But it still troubled me and I believe set in motion what became a rather crappy day.
There was a bee in my shower!
How's that? Middle of Winter and a big bee in my shower! Isn't that some sign? Doesn't that signify the coming of Pazuzu, King of the demons of the wind, the bearer of storms and drought, has arrived to shower at my pad?
I'm not playing with the Ouija board tonight, Captain Howdy!
My podcast is still growing, the stats reflect a steady increase in downloads, more that I would have expected, that made me happy!
I should have stayed happy if only I wasn't having so many problems, like the Internet going out, computer crashes and then I stubbed my toes and walked into the door to my studio and bruised my head.
Oh, the troubles!
I wish you could kiss it and make it all better for me. I wish you were here to rub Vaseline all over my heinie and tell me that it's special and different.