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I don't believe my horoscope (below). But yesterday's sure was on the money! Those on my private list know what I'm talking about, the rest of you are just getting this what I wrote to a friend last night: "Nik and I are kaput as well. Not that we were ever put (as opposed to Ka-put, you know) but it dreadful nonetheless."
You know how I can tell that I'm depressed? Besides the bursting into tears thing and the feeling numb thing and the going to bed before midnight thing, is the fact that I no longer give a shit about Star Wars. Fuck it, I'll see it eventually. July or something. Now that's what I call depressed.
And do you know what? I don't feel like writing much. Go read Pamie, I'm sure she's got something funny up. And congrats to Rob and Julie, who are having a baby!
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