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Tarot of the Day: King of Wands
A quick and masterful man, full of humour, daring, and power. A leader who inspires others to take risks.
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Dear đ»llison and the đnyx Savant,
Itâs Friday Eve! And All Hallowsâ Eve! Ooooooooh! Hehe! I hope you are getting more treats than tricks today. Please give my goodest bois some peanut butter on their noses from me today. It is both a trick and a treat. Lol. I am betting neither of you have donned costumes for personal and professional reasons. Allison, I could see you wearing a big, purple velvet, witchy hat if you did not have clients who might consider it off-putting when describing their deepest personal issues. I find this a limiting perspective and would simply pretend you were my fairy god-witch sent to answer all my questions for the day. Maybe thatâs one of those things that makes me âweirdâ or âinterestingâ or âtoxicâ or whatever. đ Hardy har. And as for the Onyx Savant, well, give me a momentâŠI think he should go as Tracy Chapman. Is that deeply problematic? Because she has dreds? Or did? I mean you can go as a Barbie fairy princess with machine gun arms, but Iâm just saying that shit would be hilarious. Especially if you started singing, âFast Carâ or whatever. Alternatively, you could go as Thanos. You could pull off Thanos. Heâs not incrediblyâŠcuddly, if you will, but you could do the âThanos lookâ where heâs going to demolish everybody. (It's a compliment.) Or, you could choose the opportunity to appropriate someone else for a change. Go as a chieftain of some Mongolian tribe that you definitely should not. King George III. Black Thomas Jefferson. Or white-face Thomas Jefferson. You do you. (Go as Obama.) Idk. Ijwh.
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I am not going as anything except a dental patient. Le sigh. I have a dentist appointment at 1100 that I am deeply dreading (dred-ing? Har har). I am trying to ignore it, but I am failing. I woke up at 0430 to use the restroom, and I donât know if it was because Mr. H was up doing his workout or what, but I didnât realise until I was sipping coffee and in the midst of a conversation with him what time it was. I thought briefly about going back to bed, but there was no point by then. I stayed up praying/dozing over Mr. B for an hour because he has needed a lot of attention. (Reminder: Schedule vet appointment for him.) I was hoping he would get cuddled out, but he did not, so I have had to sequester him to the bathroom and office. Donât worry. Heâs fed and fine. He simply will not stop walking all over my keyboard and work no matter how many cushions and places I give him to sit by my elbow that are not directly ON TOP of my things. Treats and catnip are consumed, but no lessons are learned. Anyway.
Then I came out here to the âstudioâ clearly, lit my Buddha candle and some incense and drawn my tarot for the day, which was much more heartening than the last few. I donât know if it means me or someone else, but we could all do with some leadership and mastery up in this piece. Shitâs been going to hell in a handbasket since 1200 on January 20, 2017. And it was only doing middling before that. Definitely rated âNeeds Improvement.â Have to be careful on those risks, but assuming they have been vetted by experts and have good data behind them, I say go for it. Carpe the shit out of some diem. Or annum. Be greedy.
Iâve got a little while before I need to be there. They are all really niceâŠI mean, really nice. I am supposed to get dosed with nitrous oxide (colloquially known as âlaughing gasâ). I have never tried (?!) nitrous oxide before or, I should say, I have never been prescribed it. I am hoping it is good because I hate people messing around in my mouth. Like all the way hate it. I suppose some of that is an instinctual, get-outta-my-face reaction, but I also realise it is more MORE in me. Because thatâs what Iâm here for apparently. To feel all the feelings that others donât have time for. Iâm kidding. I know thatâs not true. But it does feel that way sometimes when Iâm tired. âOh you donât like XYZ but you have stuff to do? Okay, Iâll feel your deep dislike on your behalf then.â Lol. Silly. Feelings are not a pie. They are Mogwai. At first.
I am telling jokes to myself now, so Iâm going to go wash my teeth and brush my pitsâŠno, wait. đ Iâm going to listen to some 90s B-side, girl rock while I get ready for this terrible hardship. Maybe I will wear a costume, if I can find something that fits the description of âPerpetual Victim.â Last year, I went as the Devilâs advocate and lived out my dream. I feel like âPerpetual Victimâ would need a swinging mechanical component somehow a lĂ a perpetual motion machine. Clockworks or something of the sort. Bandages and seeping wounds in vague areas. Like Mr. Rochford from Jane Eyre, but as a woman, with something ticking all the time. (You know that man could not adult to save his life. Literally.) Anyway. As I said, Iâm going to do that now instead of this. Quit looking at me.
https://youtu.be/z361nBQKED4?si=IWE8nOGl_yNwjPs4
âAll the bridges that you burn
Come back one day to haunt you
One day you'll find you're walking lonelyâŠâ
â âBridges,â Tracy Chapman
October 31, 2024 1:40 PM (EDT)
Well, I have returned from the dentist. Omg, it was so fun. WAY too fun. âCleaning with Nitrous!! Thursday! Thursday! Thursday!â HahahaâŠSeriously, though, it went fine, and I have no other dental issues to worry about right now, which seems insane. My teeth are always messed up somehow. But not now apparently. So huzzah! We did discuss possibly doing crowns on my front two teeth next year. Weâll see. Itâs expensiv-o, and I might want contacts or a boob job. đ My hygienist, Rachel, is so sweet and kind, truly. She has 3 dogs and 6 chickens, I think. We discussed opening a âdental spa.â Because of course we did.
That nitrous stuff is top shelf too. đ€
Ms. B is settled and groovy out here on the patio. One side effect of the nitrous and oxygen was that it made me cold. I did not realise how cold until she stopped it. So Iâm outside with a cup of coffee and a hesitant fire. đ I got Ms. B a ball that runs all around when she messes with it, and it is doing the trick, lemme tell you. And she has not destroyed it yet. She is doing a slÄp on the rug while I listen to this Tracy Chapman from back in the day.
We need to get to work. Hup, hup! Everybodyâs coming tomorrow, and Iâm basically in my underoos, figuratively speaking. You know I like a list to get myself straight. I have been thinking, and I believe creating the list, for me personally, is more impactful than looking at one. I like both, obviously, but the list creation is the organisation of the thoughts. [Offstage dance instructor: âSweep you arms out, over your head, back, and now, through!â] Which is really the point of all this in the end, isnât it? Maybe more than that, but thatâs part of it. Try to lay out all the pieces into one giant puzzle and step back to see what it all means and wants and needs. My dad actually taught me about writing stuff down. Point to Diddy. Story another time.
Your perpetual haunter đđ»đđ»â
Case Study #69
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