1/1/18 - 1/4/18
A rat hogging the mead
1/1/18
Happy New Year ha. I awoke to find Hellbunny chewing on my hair. He grumbled when I pulled the slobbery strand from his buck-toothed maw. Gross. But he keeps August away at night. And we have a deal. He doesn’t leave the house, and I don’t put him back in the cage. Another year of this…? Trying to assume not.
I pulled the Seven of Pentacles reversed for August today, but he never showed up. So I determined to it was for me. I’ve been thinking too much. I need to stop thinking of things. Of any things.
No more thinking.
1/2/18
“Oh, look,” I muttered at the woolen clad ghost in my kitchen, “no bliss for you.” I handed him the reversed Nine of Cups. He smiled his crooked smile and blood flowed from the kitchen taps.
1/3/18
August is in fits today. I pulled The Magician reversed and he immediately tried to take over my body again. But it didn’t work.
“I’m trying to step into the new me!” He screamed as I lay on the floor, writhing in ice cold pain. He’s been railing at the Universe since then. How can he be who he really wants to be when he isn’t allowed, is the gist of his angst.
I’m running out of tea.
1/4/18
Four of Cups today. A rat hogging the mead.
“The Universe continues spitting in my face. I’m not being selfish, we both need this. We both need me in you.”
I shook my head. He gaped. He pursed. He vanished.
