Quickie: You're good, somebody should name a street after you. Maybe they will in the future.
[Dear Horoscope: Please climb out of my ass.]
Overview: Talk about a great day! Communication, surprises and last-minute changes are on the agenda. Will you be tickled? Oh, maybe just a touch -- enough to keep you smiling for at least 18 hours straight.
It's time to let go and let the universe drive. Anything is possible now, and the heavens are in such a fine mood that it can't help but turn out well. Your job is to surround yourself with loved ones who are famous for saying 'Sure. Why not?' before you've even finished your question. You know exactly who to call, and you know they'll be delighted. All the lights are green. So what are you waiting for? Get going!
*falls out of bed tangled in sheet*
Not only was my poem for tonight's workshop three days late, it was half the length it was supposed to be (we were shooting for 100 words. Do you know how hard it is to think of something small enough to put in 100 words? And then once you've thought of something that small, paradoxically, to make it long enough for 100 words? Well, actually, I'm sure a lot of you drabble writers do, now that I think about it...), and I ended up sleeping the whole afternoon in a medicated haze. Also, I have no voice. Still.
Also, I itch. All over. I think it's psychosomatic.
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