As much as I love writing poetry, this journal is for me to deal with the fact I’m not the Muse of epic poetry.

I do get it, it’s an epic poem of Zeus’s life only no one knows he was God.

But why, oh why did it have to strip me of me?

Do you really want to know?

Yeah, I actually do.

When God put himself into literally everything, you were part of that. As his daughter you were not spared.

While those who had no relation to Zeus, got off Scott free. Maybe not, they have the unenviable task to run the multiverse.

If you ask me, you got the better end of the deal. Your immortal with no responsibility.

I get that, but I like having responsibility.

I don’t do well with nothing to do.

I mean I have ADHD. If I don’t get stoned I don’t sleep. It took me until I was 30 before I figured that out.

I hated getting 3 hours of broken sleep. It was worse when I quit smoking, I got 3 one hour naps a day and I was an emotional wreck.

However my poetry was amazing.

It’s all I did, write and write, and write.

Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Stop smoking and write all the time.

Who am I kidding, I won’t ever quit smoking.

Never say never.