Libra 11° (October 4)
Oh this day will not have gone as planned. It is not my shiningest moment. Not by a mile. It started out fine. Well not really. I had plans for myself which just never materialized; and I tried and tried to be creative in the process but just could not get my brain to work. Frustrated I went out. And then I came back and slept for a good chunk of the afternoon and still woke up in a state and I was not the best company. Still we managed to get out and to the restaurant for an early dinner before the show. While eating the raw Wellfleet clams appetizer I did have the sense that one or two of them tasted sewery; which added to the already poisonous mix going on. I was also in a mood because somehow I lost my reading glasses in the hotel room. I had them. And then they were gone. I suppose I could still call the hotel and see if they have these glasses—you’d think someone would have phoned me though—but actually the best thing to do is to order a whole new bunch of them and just stop being such a baby. It’s like with everything. One way or the other tomorrow I am in my proposal, in earnest. So tonight’s show wasn’t feeling as eblouissant as lasts; and I did overdo it. The curtain speech went fine but I was exhausted and then that churning in my gut that sent me running for the restroom which, at times like this (sorry world) I personally prefer weren’t all gender. Forgive me but if I’m about to have raging diarrhea I prefer it wasn’t in the company of other women, trans or not. I don’t have as much regard for men as I do for them and comparatively speaking would rather sound off and stink up a bathroom with only other dudes present. Anyway, I ended up running out of there not realizing some stuff had fallen out of my bag. Yes it was one of those nights. Happily and most kindly my friends brought stuff by Uber to the hotel.
Here I must take the initiative again in loving the look of black letters on a white page, really one of the more lovely images to illustrate my daily existence. And freedom can be gained in the matter of ninety minutes. All I have to keep doing is this. Just this. I got myself into a tizzy. I’ve been here since the conversation at the hospital. It was such a chance thing but I thought it was something of a sign it wasn’t. My doctor, by the way, reminds me of Dick Van Dyke whose eponymous show I plan to watch sometime next week. I know that’s an odd segue but hey that’s the way it goes. I’m not going to write more than two paragraphs today because I really don’t have to. We have been spiritually sold up the river and we need the rule of law, now, to come home to roost. Rudy needs to be the next arrested, of this I am certain. My stomach is still queazy but what do I expect. Those clams are going to cling and linger. Chomping at the bit. Apparently that is what some editors are doing. I find that very encouraging but also a cause for dread and procrastination. I have to move through as quickly as possible. I wrote a show in five days this year, so surely I can bust out with some fabulous ideas on this one special subject called the Virgo woman. The Virgo woman. It had to be her. I have had so much difficulty with them. Karen, Amy, Anita, the proverbial cat people. Leo woman might be the cat, but Leo woman has them. I think I’m going to go ahead with the money raising plans. I will launch the major offensive in January. I need some big bucks this year to make the next steps happen. It would be fun to have Trevor back. Or Keiji in his own show. I will go down the list. We will create something new and glorious. I hope this finds you happy and well and that you have a brave new year. I missed singing that song last year but wow was Stella ever grand doing the new Scorpio number. Sometimes it’s hard to think Mary Tyler Moore is dead. And now Valerie Harper. People die, someone once said. Where is that someone now. I hope very happy. Some people need to recycle through friends. It’s just something that happens I suppose. Enough of this.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.
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