Virgo:: In early April, Star Wars devotees began camping out in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater in Hollywood. That was where several Star Wars films had debuted, and the fans were sure it would host the May 19th opening of Revenge of the Sith. Soon, however, authoritative sources informed them that there were no plans for the movie to be shown at Grauman's. Refusing to believe it, they dug in for an extended vigil. As it turned out, they were deluded: Seven weeks later, the final installment in the long-running series opened at the ArcLight theater a mile away. Let their actions be a guide for what not to do this week, Virgo. Don't you dare sit and wait for a supposedly glorious event that is in fact never going to happen. Instead, turn your attention to a more modest success, which will occur only if you're not distracted by grandiose visions.

Oh dear. I don't want this to mean what I think may mean. Though I wouldn't say it's a 'grandiose vision,' so maybe I'm exempt.

My weekly public update post, as things have come to be recently. Life has been draining. Work is draining. There was drama today, and there's a major shakeup in the works.

( Job stuff.Collapse )

However? I am ecstatic to note that my bills are caught up and I will have over $400 in my bank account as of tomorrow afternoon for the first time in four years.

(I may cave and buy an air conditioner. It's 85 degrees in my bedroom. Even my damn snake is curled up in her waterbowl trying to cool off.)

Despite all of this hectic mess, I've been feeling more spiritually centered as of late. I'm starting to keep a handwritten spiritual journal as well as actively beginning work on a book of correspondences and my compendium. I plan to use the time I'm alone at Skyler's to perch on his roof and work on things-- it's so serene up there, shrouded in the greenery of trees and soothed by the chirping of wood thrushes. It's an ideal meditation spot-- high up and beautiful. I'll probably update here from time to time about my progress.



Also, congrats to my little brother, Matt, who graduated from high school yesterday evening. Everything went well, except that his principal can't count, and then she called them the Class of 'O4 (she was subsequently booed until she cut her speech short and sat down). I'd heard she was a moron, but damn. Even I didn't expect her to sound drunk.

Also? Mr. and Mrs. Smith this weekend! WOOOOO. 'Scuse me, I'll be in my bunk.

It's not quite DC PRIDE, which I'm so sad that I'll have to miss. Liquid Ladies Night at APEX, I yearn for you, but alas, I am to have no lesbionic joy this weekend save Angelina on the big screen and my right hand. Mostly, I'm sad to miss the parade. Baltimore Pride is next weekend, but I have to work on Saturday AND on Monday. Maybe Sunday, I'll make it to an event. Anna? You up for it?

PS-- Hyp-- hopefully I'll have time to get back to you tomorrow. I hope you're feeling better!