Ramble on.

Virgo:: In May 2005, while floating in a heated, heart-shaped swimming pool in Milan, Italy, Andrea Pedrani and Federica Di Venosa kissed underwater for 87 seconds. That's got to be a world record, right? If their mark is ever broken, I bet it will involve at least one Virgo and will happen in the next few weeks. By my reckoning, your tribe is in a phase when you're capable of peak performances in both the erotic arts and oceanic emotions; you're primed for transcendent acts of sensual pleasure and rich amusements in warm, watery depths.

Dude, I hope so. Right now, I'm totally lacking the sex appeal, and about the only body of water I crave is my bathtub. I'm so tired of winter-- is it spring yet? Please? I need sunlight. Sunlight and maybe tulips. I want to go climbing, I want to go camping, I want to run bases and remember how to swing a bat.

At least Dixie will be home tomorrow. I've enjoyed a little quiet, but I'm ready to have someone else around again. I held up surprisingly well while she was gone-- she left at a pretty fragile time for me, but my friends really rallied up and helped me pull through. I am immensely grateful.

Last night, Annabean and I had pad Thai and watched chick flicks while I made pretty shiny sparkly things with my new beads. Note to self: get bead crimpers. Actually, I'm going to put in an order to either Shipwreck Beads or Fire Mountain Gems today, so I might just toss some in. My first few bracelets are cute, but the ends look a little unfinished. At any rate, though I'm just playing and making gifts at this point, I'm pretty pleased with the turnout, and I could eventually sell some of the memory wire bracelets I'm making for some spare cash. The only thing is that I like to use high-quality beads (I love Japanese delica seed beads and silver-lined ones, too), so they wouldn't be particularly cheap because the components cost a little more than $1 rocailles. It's been so long since I made jewelry. It's fulfilling.

In other news, though, I smell really good today. I mixed Shub Niggurath and Mme. Moriarty, and now I smell like incense and gingersnaps. Warm and spicy and comforting.

LOL. Mark just ran up to me, whispered in my ear, "hey-- intern boy is here!" and ran away with his hand over his mouth, mock-giggling like a schoolgirl. Oh, co-workers. Which reminds me, I finally got pictures of the terrifying stuffed-animal-with-boss's-face, and I need to post them to creep you all out.

At any rate, this missive is becoming more and more random. I'm gonna try to get through this day fairly quickly, as I'm kinda twitchy about being behind a desk today. Tonight is the return of crack (ANTM), then Mr. Yancentric and I are gonna hang out and watch Lost. Please let this one not suck, amen.