Doesn't my dreamy, lovey post from Sunday seem a little stupid now after this childish temper tantrum crying breakdown of a week? I tell you what, I did see every inch of that stupid blood moon eclipse Wednesday morning. I woke up long before it started, around 4am, and I watched the ragged moon drag its sorry shape over every stage of the sky from shadowy crescent to a full swollen scab that finally broke on the purple line of the mountains. I hated every second of it. I tried to sleep through it.