I think I’m allergic to my new desk. When will I learn not to buy new things while Mercury is Retrograde? First the computer, now this.
Mind you, the desk is very fetching, quite fanciful and most appropriate for my progressed Moon in Pisces. It’s painted with a fabulous sort of Tuscan landscape complete with twilight stars and crescent moon. And get this… the handle pulls are bluebirds. Bluebirds. It is adorable, I tell you, and it simply couldn’t be resisted.
But after spending several hours sitting here today, my sinuses hurt and I feel lethargic. Since I rescued the desk from the basement of my very favorite consignment store, there’s a chance it might be kinda mildewy or something… there’s a faint, dubious scent emanating from it. So I guess at the very least I’ll need to wash it down and smudge it with some sage to dispel the bad juju. (My early-30s neighbor works outside in his yard a lot and he always gives me a wry, knowing look after I’ve had the smudge wand out. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m smoking weed over here. Not with these lungs, dude.)
In other news, Jeff’s new video made me briefly reconsider my long-standing, iron-clad resolution to eschew such new-fangled gadgetry. Then I spent about fifteen minutes playing around with my laptop’s webcam and the results were horrifying. I had no idea I looked so much like James Gandolfini. That is not a good look for a woman. There’s some question as to whether it’s even a good look for James Gandolfini.
So I’ll indulge my p. Moon in Pisces reclusivity (and my vanity) and remain, for the time being, a little voice inside your head. After all, if I looked good I probably would have been a TV spokesmodel, not a writer.
