Things are Looking UP

You know the day will be a good one when your tarot tells you:

"Get out your phone book and schedule yourself a social engagement or two, because charming Venus is in your 11th House of Friends. You will be happy to be with others, for this isn't a day to idly sit by and watch someone else have all the fun. Jump into the nearest gathering and start enjoying yourself as soon as you can. If nothing exciting is happening, then create the party yourself."

Shit, create a party for myself? Every day is a party for self. Like my mantra always declares - me me me me me.

Actually, I've been so godamn tired since the last Augusta trip, I really don't feel like partying. Just sleep. I wish I had a hammock because the weather is lovely and I hate napping inside. I just keep thinking about that little sailboat.


Seems as though personal, local connections work very well.

My Augusta-best-friend, "Dolly-Nicky-for-your-Dicky" (actually, she'll be 39 in June so I really shouldn't call her that anymore) just told me where to go for local friends for help. Sadly, she recommended me to a lady that just divorced another high school friend. HMMMMM, me thinks small towns are a little scary and Irish Catholics DO get divorced.

I am so tired of thinking of Augusta. I'm so tired of thinking of South Florida. However, my best friend has just told me that she is due (i.e., spittin' out a critter) on St. Patrick's Day, which is when I plan to be in-town again. I guess if that winds up being the day, I'll be at St. Joe's with her and LORD a lesson will be learned by yours-truly. DO NOT try to tell M-EEEE about karma!

For FUCK sake, just a non-drama moment might actually feel pretty good right now. When I get to Florida at the end of March, MY ASS WILL SNOOZE FOR A WEEK!!

Speaking of snoozing, it looks like AmberGrace and the Prozac are making friends. Maybe I should say that the Prozac and MEEEEEEE are making friends. Kitty is getting sleeeeeeepy - as am I.

Ciao