The Shattered Prayer

I must not be a very hip witch. Because I don’t dress like this. That tarot deck was in an Amazon ad when I got to SP today. Check out the illustration on the box - the pink sky and the sparkles. And the guy in the muscle-shirt. Yikes!

I’ve had a crap couple of days, but I’ll post our horoscopes anyway. Just don’t expect me to be witty or anything. Today, I’m the evil anti-wit.

I am becoming Mary Roach’s biggest fan. After sailing through Stiff, I am now reading Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife. Any fears that Roach’s first book was a one hit wonder were quickly dispelled. The new book is as completely enjoyable as the first.

I never wrote about Michael’s story on Lost, so here goes. But something far more important is happening tonight. Sarah Jane Smith, erstwhile companion of the third and fourth Doctors (and who has been known to hang out with the tenth) has the U.S. premiere of her show tonight! I for one, will be watching.

Once again, its time for Rob to share his wisdom with us. Me first, since its my death-day today:

… cuz we haven’t done Rob in a while. Steff first, since its her birthday. Did I mention its Steff’s birthday. I think I did.

We haven’t done Rob in a while. And we all know how much Rob loves to be done.

I’m going to lie around in my underwear and eat pound-cake. I’m going to read. Might watch a bad movie on the sci-fi channel. I’m going to drink too much coffee. I’m gonna smell like dirt (and wine). And nobody better ask me to do a goddam thing.