There is a piece of my mind that thinks that I should be building the barricades, getting ready for more doom and disaster. However, the majority of my mind and heart is so happy and glad. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the women across the street are in their skimpy clothes. I feel like I should be dancing and singing away, like in a musical or something.
And yet, I can’t completely shake the impeding sense of doom….
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This was my cell phone astrology this morning…
Xenophiles and dilettantes flourish. Check it out. Who needs the same old thing?
At 8am in the morning and being slightly nauteous from garlic fries and beer, I don’t need to see big words like Xenophiles and dilettantes. Just looking at them made my head hurt. Just keep the astrology simple and vaguely cryptic.
Just for the record, a xenophile is a person attracted to that which is foreign, especially to foreign peoples, manners, or cultures. And a dilettante is a dabbler in an art or a field of knowledge. I knew what a xenophile was , but not dilettante.
**yawn** Me go pound on computer thingee now…
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