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.
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.
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