Writing is therapeutic for me

Writing is therapeutic for me. I also write to amuse myself, first and foremost. A brilliant astrologer once suggested the problem with astrology was taking it all too seriously. I swiped that sentiment, “The biggest problem with astrology is astrologers.”
>round about 5/8/01 10:04 PM, ya’ll canlindo@aol.com said:
> sign: Cancer
> Your scopes are pretty much worthless because all you do is talk about
> yourself in them &
> the real kernel of info to us nets out to about l sentence. Why don’t you get
> the spotlight off yourself & give signs more helpful information. It’s not
> about you, it’s about how you “guide” us. Or is it?
Where to draw the line? Some people keep me on a retainer. Other clients book my time by the hour. When I get e–mail like that, I think to myself, “Self, get job, fly a desk someplace, do a little real work.” Now, I spent all of yesterday, or the greater portion of it, in an office, browsing the web, trying to figure out why one link wasn’t working right. The regional representative was there, and she pointed out a few copyright issues, but those were easily and quickly resolved. I just put what pieces I’m directed to place, where I’m told to put them. But 8 hours straight through, under the fluorescent lights, that was enough. I had to wear shoes (sandals, really) all day long. But everything was working right, by the time I left. Dinner was such a treat — Pisces to the rescue. I’ve been to Gino’s before, but last night, it was just perfect. Italian Cheese Enchiladas, one of those dessert crispy tortilla taco things, a fresh pack of American Spirits, and I whinnied about needy people sending me e–mail. My Pisces friend was experiencing much the same problem. The people watching was better than it had ever been, as far as I was concerned. And the server was a cheery Cancer woman with nice hair. Then I looked up the chart for the moment, Jupiter was just getting past being opposite Pluto. I’m really glad that’s over. As someone with some understanding of the cosmic forces at work, the Saturn/Pluto deal coming up ain’t going to be pretty. I looked back over my own words, and then slapped my forehead, what was I thinking? What’s worse than being talked about? Not being talked about! [attributed to Oscar Wilde.]