Virgo girls sure are a scream

Bright and early Saturday morning, I was busy sending an e-mail to the tech support at eye module because the coolest camera just sort of quit working. Which was really too bad, as there’s a sign downtown I wanted to take a picture of — no use, though, as the little camera has ceased to take pictures. I would have been upset but it’s like I suggested, it feels like it’s a beta version, although, when I dropped a note to tech support, I didn’t rule out dreaded “user error.” I did help finish up the laying of tile for the Virgo friend, “At least you can say you got laid,” she quipped. Those Virgo girls sure are a scream with the jokes. I must admit, I have the tiniest blister on my right hand from the manual labor, and I’m going to milk this itty bitty blister for as much mileage as I can. It’s solid proof that I do occasionally labor.