Mercury is in retrograde and Im back in VA

Well not yet at least, but I'm on my way in about two weeks or so.


So isn't that what they say when the shit hits the fan. I don't know what retrograde means (or really how to spell it----but that's never stopped me before) and I'll probably need to google mercury and what affect it has on life. The point is that mass mayhem has commenced for me and a number of my friends and family and all I can do is yank my neck back in that "What the fuck" sort of way.

They always say its bad luck to have a black cat cross your path, but what does it mean when you cross paths with a black cat that is in the midst of taking a shit. All constants remaining, you know the hissing, the glowing eyes, back hunched, with hair raised. Sorry to be so crass but I had to ponder that one as I progressed home after a long exhausting day of what I can approximate as nothing much at all. Call it nonchalance but the recent adventures in the life of Cassandra "She does not have a middle name" Brown have been one(actually a few) for the books, but far from necessary to documenting in this BEAUTIFULLY DEEP blog.

This Friday night, I'm vegging out. No phones, no AIM, nothing much at all except Bridget Jones Diary and sleeping. With that said, let the vegging commence.

PEACE