Friday, February 13, 2009

My Horoscope for Today

I read my horoscope in the paper, mostly because it's printed on the funny pages*. I figure I might as well read it, since I already have the paper open to that page. It's like getting a fortune cookie every day, except I have to share it with everyone else who reads the Dallas Morning News and I don't get a cookie.

Today my horoscope actually managed** to reflect the very things I had planed to do today (stay out of an argument, go bake something). How's that for a crazy coincidence? The paper also said my day was a 5 out of 10, which sounds about right as I'm still unemployed and I have this nasty chest cough which makes me sound as though I'm being savaged by a dying goose***.

Also, I made a new thing today. It's sort of a mini-scarf neck warmer thing that buttons up one side. The yarn is some cheap acrylic stuff I got in Spain, but ended up not using for a Christmas present after all. I hadn't crocheted anything in a while, and that seemed as good a reason as any to start trying to clear the junk out of my stash.

Later,
Ely



*where it belongs [back]
**though the Monkeys on a Keyboard Theory of Shakespeare Composition [back]
***And no, I didn't bake anything today after all. No one wants to eat anything after I've coughed on it. [back]

Monday, February 09, 2009

The Importance of Watching the Super Bowl

My brother informs me that not watching the Super Bowl is the first step to becoming a pinko commie, so it's a good thing I watched the first half, even though my preferred sport is futbol, not football. After the half time show I got board and wandered off to make dinner, but the TV stayed on, which is alomst like watching it. I guess this is my way of saying that I resent the implication that I might be harboring any bolshivik tendencies.

In other news:
-My job search proceeds slowly. I'm told that I picked a really lousy time to join the job market.
-Rewrites on my novel are coming along well. I might have something ready to submit this summer. *crosses fingers*

Later,
Elly