I'm tired of hearing myself complain about work. So no more work talk.
Last night M read my fortune in Tarot cards and I got to ask questions of the pendulum's sway. It's all about me, they both said. But not in a selfish way. It's about what I'm supposed to be learning from life right now. Thank you, Mystic Powers of the Universe.
He's a believer in many things; most of all, in people. His heart will break right along with yours if you tell him your troubles. And he celebrates your successes and talks to the Universe on your behalf. He speaks of ex-lovers with a sort of holiness usually reserved for prayer. And he thanks you for your company, which you can't believe because all you've done is selfishly absorb some of his goodness. No, thank you.
In other news, the novel is progressing. I'm open to sharing bits now to get some feedback, though I sort of wonder if I'm becoming like one of those mothers. You know, the kind who flaunts her child and hasn't quite realized... that is one ugly baby!
Have big plans for dancing, finally. The Work Boys, who I have been slighting lately, have put their DKNY-soled feet down and insisted I stop being so lame. And I'm totally willing to oblige. I've got money in the bank, some pent-up frustration, and some killer Dirty Dancing moves.
Posted by This Fish at November 13, 2003 10:12 AMOoooh..!! :) What kind of dancing are you going to try?
Posted by: dd at November 13, 2003 11:50 AMDancing is great. A wonderful outlet and such a timeless joy. Imagine: people have been feeling the same way about music and dancing for centuries! How wonderful to be human.
Posted by: Michael at November 13, 2003 11:52 AMhappy to do the reading for you if you like. It'll come out all formal and stiffly legal, but I am super anal about language and punctuation.
Posted by: Paul Gutman at November 13, 2003 01:02 PMAre you going to make a list of all the dances you are going to try?
Just curious.
Posted by: Lee at November 13, 2003 02:57 PM