I’ve actually accomplished things today. Sold my computer monitor and my 56x cd-rom drive. Made a rent payment. Have a bit ‘o spending cash (gonna go quickly) for the weekend. I must remember to finish off things at home, and use as much as I can for gas and groceries, and not eating out. So far, that hasn’t worked. It will. I’ll make it work. Heh. I’ve moved the iMac into the bedroom.
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So, Sunday afternoon and evening,
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Of all the signs in the zodiac, you’re most likely to fight fairly, Taurus. Sneak attacks are rarely a part of your strategy. You’re not prone to using spies, spewing deceptive propaganda, or manipulating innocent bystanders into serving hidden agendas. I love all this about you. And yet to be true to the astrological omens, I must make the following suggestion: In the coming weeks, use more guile than usual. Figure out how you can employ guerrilla tactics and the element of surprise without diluting your integrity.
There is a proliferation of bullet points on my friends page, and all from different sources.
Cell phone got turned off today. That’s the first to go.
Snap! Crackle! Skippy!
I have noticed that, while wearing my trench coat and going up stairs, I will pull the right-hand side of my coat back and away from my hip. After reading so much of the Wheel of Time, I think I’ve realized why. Being left handed, if I had a weapon (like a sword, axe, or a war hammer) hanging from my belt, that is where it would be. Hrm.
It disturbs me a little to see that Tor’s own Wheel of Time website lists The Path of Daggers as the most recent book.
Of late, I’ve felt very much like a gear on some kind of axle, turning with no effect on the universe besides my own turning. I feel the desire to click into place, to turn the complex gears of the machine in varying times and rhythms to me.