Actually, for all you pedants out there it’s 30 little hours but hey ho, that’s not as catchy a title.
If you can sense the tone, I’ve woken in a foul mood. I am full of hate for the universe. My universe. I’m not stupid to think that I’m feeling this way because of what tomorrow is, but I do know these thoughts and anger have been bubbling for weeks. I’ve just brushed it off because really, most of it is so fucking trivial, it really doesn’t matter.
But today, it’s all decided to come to the surface and rear it tremendously ugly head.
I’ve decided that I’m going to take some #BlogTherapy after the lovely @nuttynursie said I should, but not today.
I need to channel some positivity and while I try and summon it, bringing you lot down with my rant will not help me when I need you all more than ever.
So I’m putting a lid on the crazy for a couple of days. CRAZY CAP LOCK TYPING will resume soon.
In the meantime, it is only 30 hours until my 6-month check. I need you all to get out anything you have in purple. Socks, pants, pens, dress, shoes. Get everyone in purple.
If you don’t want to wear purple, touch something purple for luck. Don’t necessarily touch a person wearing purple because they might not like it. You can touch me if you like, I’ll be wearing purple and I like touching.
Send your prayers, if you pray.
Send your good thoughts and vibes, if you have them.
Send your love, luck and hugs.
And send your pictures of you in purple. That gesture alone is worth so much to me.
Purple Army, ASSEMBLE!