Day: June 10, 2005

Today was pretty good, for some dumbass reason I was in the shower by 8.30A. I guess my headache last night knocked me out, good thing I wasn’t getting whipping boy time, would have massively sucked the time driving from his place back to my house. Anyway, meeting started half an hour late, kinda irked me because this is a progressive habit of my DQB (Drama Queen Boss) to set a time, and over time show up progressively late. Meeting was decent, some stuff was set and properly clarified so now I can just set my meetings with my CB (Cool Boss) for next week to go over the webstuff, ad nauseum. WT time was awesome, as usual. Off for buffet wings and pizza (look boys and girls, something for the freak to gnaw on!), but it didn’t seem to sit well, I think it was the ranch dressing on the wings. Then off to Petsmart to take care of Mr. Kitty’s food and for some nice blood sprays, hot samauri’s and cuddling. I must say, while I view The Last Samauri with Tom Cruise as more of a movie with the same name, other than a remake of the original, I give Tom Cruise credit for doing a good job in his role. Yes, there’s a first time for everything. Then we watched National Treasure, which I really liked in the fact that there were so many puzzles in that movie and half, of which, I don’t think the writers intended (like the whole play on the family name “Gates” – yet another case of ask and I will answer, if you’ve seen the movie). The down-side was that I spent the first half of the movie saying “WTF?” because they got this syntax and grammar completely wrong on the period parts of the puzzle, but what can you expect out of hollywood these days?

But hey, I got something to gnaw on, and I got to get some of the 5th chakra crap out of me, so I’m not feeling like I’m choking anymore. Hell, I even got to prod my brain for wrestling tactics for fighting. WT thought I was nuts, but he agrees with the rest of my Inner, Inner Sanctum, that I’m creating a monster with the fighting stuff.


Scorpio for this week:

Scientists are on the verge of recovering the lost treatises of Archimedes, ancient Greece’s most brilliant mathematician. The words were originally inscribed on an old parchment, but were mostly erased in the 12th century by a Christian monk who wasn’t interested in math and needed a fresh surface on which to write his prayers. Fragments of the ink that conveyed Archimedes’ original thoughts remained, however, and now physicists at Stanford are using a particle accelerator to discern them beneath the newer text. Let this be your guiding metaphor in the coming week, Scorpio. Look for ways to retrieve precious information that has almost disappeared or that is hidden by a source with little meaning to you.

FreeWill Astrology

Hrm. And this goes along with my therapist’s commentary about my 5th chakra being blocked and what was it that I wanted to say, but wasn’t getting out. Maybe I just need to go into my room and scream and throw a 2-year-old tantrum, maybe I’ll put that on the plate for next week. I just feel somethings aren’t worth vocalizing to the general public, or even to people in specific. Mainly, because half the time I live in the little fantasy world that is my head, and the crap that goes on in there does not always equate to what is going on in reality.

Otherwise, I also need to get over my nerves when calling some people. I don’t know why I do that, but every time I call the whipping boy I have this overwhelming desire to talk to his voicemail. We talk just fine online, and we do ok when others are around (or at least I do when there’s someone distracting me on my end of the phone), I clam up face-to-face and resort to silliness – which, thankfully is ok because he’ll follow suit. I really don’t know why I do this, and it’s not like we don’t have things to talk about, and neither of us has to tip toe around the other to avoid sensabilities. Strange.

In other news, today is WT time. Yay! Distract me from no Zoomie time.