Hanging around computer guru types is always amusing. Combine that with a little bit of the dry Capricorn humor I enjoy, and I get to hear things about “Wireless networking is the killer app — imagine sitting on the porcelain, and reading your e–mail?” “Yes,” as the Leo chimed in, “just don’t send any attachments.”
This lack of sleep and lack of exercise sure gets in the way of the usual scheduled naps and hikes, not sure I like this “work” experience. But as I dashed out the door, I couldn’t quite read the note at the top of the charts, it either said 2 or 4, meaning either 2:00 PM or 4:00 PM, and I had another engagement at 4:00, so I hoped for the best. It was the worst, had to be rescheduled for later.
I was with Mr. & Mrs. fredlet, walking around the Half Price Bookstore, along with a Cancer, and it happened twice, there was some guy in there with a long ponytail and an orange Hawaiian shirt. “I kept thinking he was you, what are the chances of that?”
Chances of what? “Chance of some guy with long hair and an orange Hawaiian shirt.” Me and the fredlets did a little late night browsing at the CD store. I picked up a Hank Williams Sr. disc and some new Chemical Brothers. Nice mix. “Why don’t you love me like you used to do? My hair’s still curly and my eyes are still blue….” [Hank Sr.]
