So, according to a couple of sites, I'm a Scorpio, moon in Capricorn, Sidereal Libra ( Read more... )

For some reason, this feels like it will be a year of settling into things. Decisions bearing fruit, the fruit being harvested, and that fruit being good to eat... and to plant, in a time to come.

Harvest, and perhaps the falling away of vestiges.

Tomorrow, if I remember, I'll talk about the holiday season and what happened.

A YEAR IN SYNPOSIS, AN ENTRY SNAPSHOT OF EVERY MONTH ( Read more... )

Terrible thing: somehow convincing oneself that a final was one day when it was in fact another.

Makey-up-for-it-thing: getting an 8-page paper to write instead! At least I will be able to research/rant on something I do like.

In the process of considering a haircut (which I do about every few weeks, nowadays), it has occurred to me that rather than chop the whole thing off, I could have a trim and then get BANGS.

It's more an amusing thought than a probability, but anyhow...

Fuck you, Antivirus Pro! I know how to beat you now. NO MATCH FOR THA MASTAH.

Four sevens is a good number. It is the Aristotelian elements, brought into divine harmony; it is a series of deaths that has been brought to fulfillment. I predict an opening of the way, brought by a great alignment of factors long pending.

Generally: good times.

Of course. If this meat and this state of mind is transitory, so it must be for all meat and all states of mind. Precious and beautiful, things whose essence I cannot hurt in the handling because there is no essence to hurt ( Read more... )

So: no more fast food for me for a while. Saturday's Arby's has spoiled me pretty hard on it, what with the near-projectile vomiting that ensued about twelve hours later and had me wanting to just plain old not move at all for the day thereafter. I will give it credit, though, for perhaps inspiring a dream ( Read more... )

/facepalm ( Read more... )