I don't think I'll have recovered enough to go to Arctic Monkeys tomorrow night. Shame. But all I need is to be laid out for another week.
My horoscope today says:
After days -- or maybe even weeks -- of rooting around, trying to find someone you can truly get close to, you'll be more than happy with today's events. The universe has seen fit to get you connected with someone who'll be able to let their hair down, become truly intimate, and partner up. Ready? Because this is the real thing. Of course, you can't win if you don't play. So, if you know someone who answers this description, make sure you're with them. If you don't, get dressed and prepare to mingle.
You need no further evidence that horoscopes are bunk.
The exterminators were here today. What I thought was a mouse that died in the wall was, in fact, a mouse that died in the wall. The stench that creates, you wouldn't believe. He found a big hole where they'd been going in and out, so he put some expand-o-foam in there to plug it up. Why would a mouse want to chew its way into my office closet? There's nothing to eat in there. It started when the company in the unit downstairs moved out. I think packing up all their filing cabinets and stuff made them search for a new home or something. But, it looks like it's now been taken care of.
Mdse: 54.73; Shipping: 8.25; Total: 62.98
Attention crispyduck infidel: I saw a Brompton this morning. It wasn't orange, though.
Radio Paradise is playing some guy named "Tom Waits". Step Right Up
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