The Shattered Prayer

My friends have left me alone to face the night. They sleep, sound as kittens, snug in their beds, while I dine on cheap generic yoghurt and douse myself with cold water to await the rising of a hesitant sun.

Good gods this yoghurt is bad.

I mean really really bad.

I’m not sure what I’m expected to write this time of the morning. My cats are looking at me like I’m crazy. Perhaps I am.

I’m not even paying attention to what time I’m posting. I think I’m still posting twice an hour. I think I’m hitting within ten minutes or so of the post time.

I think that I’m heading to bed.

This has been a fantastic blogathon.

I’m sure Bas will be back soon. And Shelley may be up as well. And Puss may even get Mojo up before it’s over.

Thanks to all of those people that came by.

Lord Ranbaxy asks: My dear Che, my butler came upon your site and suggested that one take a glance at your writings. One has has been most impressed by your power to predict and humbly request that you might focus your powers on my predicament.

It is getting very late. And unlike my previous life, the lateness is getting to me. I can barely stay awake.

But before I do drift off, I want to take a moment to celebrate Che.

I’ve known Che for over 15 years now, and I’ve seen her go through a lot in those 15 years.

I used to collect Tarot Decks. I think its pretty obvious from my posts that I love Tarot. I love divination with the Tarot, I love using the Tarot for meditation, and I love the artwork. At one time, I had over 200 decks, some of them quite rare and valuable.

Hey, I realize I’m hallucinating, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t do Tarot readings. I’ve done 13 readings so far for the Blogathon, which is pretty good going I think. But there’s still some hours left, and if I could add at this hour of the morning, I’d tell you how many.

I was searching for a title that would make a good name for a pub. I first conceptualised my blog as a ‘hangout’ where everybody knows your name. Kind of a dark moldy place but with a friendly, close-knit clientele.

I got the name from a random name generator. It just seemed to fit.