Astrology: Something to do when there's nothing to do
In other news, I think the smell of the now removed decomposing dead cat is going away, although sometimes I still get a sense of it, sort of like a phantom limb. Also, my roommate who I previously had reason to believe was the so called Mad Cat Stabber of 54th Street is going out of town this weekend to visit "friends." If a dead cat shows up while he is away, I suppose he will be exonerated for sure. Or, conversely, maybe some dead cats will turn up where he is going. I guess we'll never know. I sort of miss the cat, though. On its first day of death, at least, it was full of scruffy cuteness.
In news other than that, drinking is also a sport. And it takes Visa. Drinking while reading astrology books or making astrology charts is therefore a double sport. Sort of like discus hurling and synchronized swimming all tied up in one. And yes, synchronized swimmers have to be in really good shape to hold their breaths that long, yada yada yada. But hopefully you see my meaning. Go world.
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