scale of -10 to +10, how do you feel right now?

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+ 10.

Very positive and productive day.

-10
Something hit me really hard. I've cried several times throughout the day today. In fact, I'm crying right now. All of a sudden, I feel completely miserable. Yesterday, I didn't feel right, either, although yesterday it was more of an aftertaste.

Yesterday and today I went to the Geneva Centre Autism Symposium. I met Temple Grandin, Stephen Shore, and some other well-known people. I got to hang out with Stephen Shore today. He didn't make me feel depressed; it was amazing. It wasn't the main presentations, either. It's something else. I've blogged more in depth about it here.

wondering if anything above -9 will ever happen for me...doubt it...

~Kate

-4. Scared and paranoid

-3. I have defected from the cult, and now they're all after my blood.

(O my, I must edit this to make it more in line with my mythos. Sadly revealing it to the world.)

Defected? Nah, I banished you from the cult of *incomprehensible noises of terror* led by The Evil Lord of Doom and Death, Monster Man Dan and The Evil Priestess of Death and Seduction, [CENSORED].

Don't worry, my cultists aren't after your blood, they just wish to vanquish you to the abyss of eternal suffering, which may require some blood, but that's just a byproduct of the ritual.

Me! I have no trouble revealing myself. *Strokes fluffy white cat who does one of those purr/growl things*

Anyway, there's no need to fear for your blood. I don't sparkle and am not interested.

Don't lie, you know you sparkle.

Actually, I do sparkle. There has got to be a glitter source somewhere in this house, but blast if I can find it. Nonetheless, I don't sparkle naturally, and I'm still not interested in that blood.

Incidentally, our cat's name is Cujo. A little grandiose, sure, but that's what he wanted, and hey, you can't deny a fluffy cat.

See, you sparkle. Even if not innate, it's (the sparkle) attracted to the Evil Priestess of Seduction. Not house, Evil Catacombs [that sheds Evil glitter dust from its abominable walls], where we plot our otherworldly and fantastically torturous plans from the oblivion and void for our "friend", being as we're so Evil. Our numerous millions of cultists will do our bidding and send all who're deemed as unworthy to the abyss (our "friend"). But no, I don't see why anyone would be interested in that blood.

Well, being the Avatar of Lucifer, he has that right, really.

(For all the cultists, our next meeting is at the innocent looking gnarled tree stump that screams 'Death to the Deserving'; the location of which is in the letter you will soon receive. There will be free Coke and candy.)

The sparkle reminds me of those distasteful and inferior "vampires", which is unfortunate. Oh, of course! I was so innocent and pure before you came along that I often revert to my unfortunate child language. Naturally, however, since you inducted me to your darkness, I have risen above the evil that is expected and secured my place as the Evil Priestess. Our cult has expanded to every corner of the world, and we shall openly reign supreme one day soon. Realistically, it's not really a sacrifice; sacrifices are supposed to be things you want to keep but are giving up to show devotion. We're just Evil.

Naturally.

(Please note, however, that free foot warmers will not be provided this time. Our generosity was abused last time, and the janitors of Evil did not appreciate the subsequent mess. Therefore, you should wear sensible shoes.)

O, good point, but we must make so many sacrifices by being so evil. I mean, people hide from me for fear of being sent to oblivion to suffer eternal torture and torment. People. If you talk out of turn, how can I be to blame for sending you there? Come on, people, this is just basic knowledge. You don't treat the Lord of Death and Doom this way.

Luckily, I have a Priestess, an evil Right Hand, and a million cultists.

I call the title of Left Hand in addition to Priestess.

Well. I leave the house for a few hours to go to a concert. I come back, and find that I'm an Evil Right Hand in the cult of *incomphrehensible noises of terror*.
It seems that I lead quite the interesting life behind my back.

You became such the moment I brainwash..., gave you my care.

See the information packet for all relevant details regarding your posting. Nothing is asked for in return, other than accepting the role of banishing all those I choose to the void; the perks granted from this position far outweigh being seen as my omnipotent and evil Legate. In fact, all will see you as the righteous fist of his Lord, who so happens to also play really nice music as she...quietly shuffles the undesirables...away, yes, away.

*speaks in a stage whisper* You said that part out loud.

I was sold on the position as soon as I was told that I'd get a grand piano and a sun room of gargantuan proportions.

I do, however, have more demands, which are totally and seriously pressing concerns and not just the first things that come into my head. (I do not have my fingers crossed behind my back!)( I also want:

- Marshmallows.

- Rollerblades.

- An ice-skating rink with no people in it.

- Cinnamon flavoured mints.

- An orchestra all of my very own.

- A recording studio with various hardware and software.