A Lost Day

I am a little lost today. I search within to find something to put on the page. I am at Davanni's downtown and I feel drenched in Wiccan. It is difficult to pull my head out of the water. I wish to draw on the spirits of positive energies, but it feels like they are absent as well. I was thinking about Rep. Paul Ryan today. I wonder if he regrets taking that promotion months ago. Now he will really get to test his skills at diplomacy. Maybe sitting down The House Republicans and playing the Samantha B. report on the Libertarian convention in Orlando this week might help to put things on track with some comedy. Comparison with that will be quite favorable. There is this hilarious debate about how fascist having to have a driver's license is to drive a car. Now THAT is going off the track. I will be moving on the track tomorrow as I go see my therapist again. I am now understanding my sleep reality now. Some nights I am up all night and then I just go to write at 5:30 am. Other times I sleep part of the night and the whole next day. I have just missed so much sleep for about 15 years, my body and mind has had it. People who practice Wiccan are driven crazy by this day sleeping. Well they can just suck someone else's soul dry.