sometimes less really is more-

     sometimes the basic process of stringing one bead after another is the kind of repetative therapy the mind needs... especially those days when you cant seem to put together two coherent sentences.  At "certain times in life" (hinthintnudgenudge) my brain turns into complete mush and anything that begins with a capital letter is temporarily just plain Gone-

     which is kinda okay, because when my sanity takes a vacation to places unknown, a lot of un-nice expletive sentences that begin with a capital letter and end with an exclamation point, tend to replace my normal speech patterns... things you would not under normal circumstances say, unless you were momentarily possesed by demons, seem to pop out of nowhere.

    so instead, I hide away from tiny ears, pick up a bead, then another, and eventually find my happy place... hopefully before I have created a completely unwearable, forty pound necklace-