and i was prepared to write it off like that but then it just dawned on me that it's THAT time of the year in which things inherently go somewhere between weird and really bad. The after-equinox period in which tides turn, balance changes and chaos ensues on a personal scale. and as much i'd like to quietly drink some tea and listen to a nice story for the next month or so, i won't be able to. fine, i know this is a time for reflection and reaping! the whole hammer-hitting is still obnoxious, though. especially when i'm exhausted the way i am right now.