It's a Doll Revolution
"Tear Off Your Own Head" is the song in my head this morning. Yesterday, I felt like a giant cloud full of lightning flashes and random moments of cool. Today, I managed to get to work, and horoscopically speaking, I'm supposed to be the Voice of Reason. I always look forward to the situations in which I am the SANE person.
Paulie comes home tonight. Hopefully he can work some magic on my car. Like, get it to drive around to my local destinations without puffing smoke, though I'd settle at this point for driving at all.
Larry's not eating enough. My world is small and slow enough that I know how much the cat eats.