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Don’t necessarily believe the things you hear today, dear Scorpio. On that same note, you should also be a bit cautious about trusting the things that you read as well. Just because something is in print doesn’t mean that it holds ultimate authority. Consider the motivations of the people and organizations behind the words. Communication with others is likely to be a bit clouded today so think twice before blindly trusting.

Well I know the words, but I can’t really speak them
To you
And I hide all the pain that I’ve gained with my wisdom
From you
And Im eaten alive, by what I hold inside
All the things that I live with, I can’t easily hide
And I’m left here with nothing
Nothing to live for
But you
It’s not easy to hide
All this damage inside
I’ll carry you with me
Until I’m not alive
When you look at my face, does it seem just as ugly
To you?
I can’t seem to erase all the scars I have lived with
From you
I’m so sick of this place
And this taste in my mouth
Cause of you I can’t figure
What I’m all about
And I’m left here with nothing
Nothing to live for
But you
It’s not easy to hide
All this damage inside
I’ll carry you with me
‘Til I’m not alive

Today.. ew. Sick. My stomach is doing flips. The taste of coffee is making me nauseous, so I’ve had to switch to Sprite. Ewww. Already in the 3 hours I’ve been here I’ve gotten more than the usual amount of Monday crap in my inbox, so my day to devote to preparing for my trip/meeting is falling to shit. This stomach thing has to be stress…

No JT for adult swim, Home Movies was a rerun, so I watched The Dead Zone series again, must have been a rerun of the first episode. I’m really liking that show and can’t believe that is Anthony Michael Hall as the star. He looks like 30 miles of bad road compared to how cute he was. Well, then Harvey Birdman was the Scooby Doo episode again, so I watched the NAMBLA Southpark episode that was on instead. Finally deciding that I couldn’t hear the sounds of Counterstrike that somehow filter up from the cave into our bathroom on the top floor, I went down to check on JT, and sure enough, found him asleep on the futon in an attempt to watch adult swim. Convinced him to come upstairs in time for a Return of the Mooninites ep of ATHF, and the Happy Cake Oven ep of Sealab, which were both too funny. Then JT found a Discovery channel show on Choppers on simultaneous with the last Superbike race… the announcer for the race was too funny.. “Put the kids to bed, open a new bag of chips, and tell your wife ‘In an hour, honey’ because the race is about to begin..” SO I’m thinking well, I’ll just pass out for an hour or so.. or try.. and perhaps he’ll be out of tv mode.

Of course, laying down brought the need for more Gaviscon, and just felt sick all night. Guess todays issues must be related. Though, I’m sure it’s all just stress.

Here it’s almost lunch and no flack has been had from last Friday, so I guess I’m in the clear. I wish I didn’t have to wait on my stupid advance check for this trip, or I’d just go home.. I feel so crappy.