What's happening to me???

Something isn't quite right. That fulfilled my understatement quota for the whole millenium. I'm going positively batty.

Up until last Monday I wanted only four small thins from life: a smalll fortune, a small mansion, a small Aston Martin and a small Brittish passport. Insert laughter here, because I'm a bit distressed to do that myself. Last Monday, however, my world got a pretty vigorous shaking.

You may or may not believe this (you won't. Never mind), but I woke up that very same day with what could only be described as a Force Premonition of what was about to happen (having finished The Force Unleashed in just a few sittings may have had a bit to do with it). The Dark Side, however, everything clouded, and instead of the upcomming upheavel, I sensed only a mild amusement, which I was only too swift to dismiss.

Then later that day I had plenty warning of the cataclysm to come, and it would not have taken any measure of clearvoyance whatsoever to read the signs which, like my earlier inkling, I chose to ignore.

Then... it happened.

Now four small things aren't enough. Now I want more. Now I stress over that newest desire every waking hour. I have not felt like this in nearly ten years. It did not end well last time and-

No, wait, that's not entirely correct. I haven't felt like this in over five years, and last time it turned out to be nothing much, but still...

Come to think of it, if a pattern is to be observed, perhaps this time it turns out for the best. Third time is the charm, they say. I'd very much like to meet with them. Sometimes they turn out to be wiser than Yoda and sometimes they spew more lies than Palpatine. I'd like a word, please. "Granted" would do...

Pax vobiscum atque vale.

ArabianShark tried his hand at baking this week. It turned out fairly enough. Next time might go better. The time after that, however, is when I expect the coveted charm to occur.