I feel like Pegleg Pete, tho i have to have a bit o hope cos my foot ain't totally killing like the last 2 nights. reckon i got 10% sleep last night. In between it hurting like hell in certain possies u turn over & even the good possie is not comfy so u turn again & it gets really sore & u wake fully up & then u turn again etc. U know the drill. Anyway the verdict is it might be gout would u believe. Ash sez if it feels like yr foot is full of razor blades twisting then its gout.
And my back went today too, prolly cos i been hopping about for too long. Tis like a finely tuned machine, my bod. Laugh not! Tis fer sure like a fine tuned machine, cos when 1 string detune, go plunk instead of plink, it all falls to shit. Like a house of cards or a teetering pile of garbage. Or for something more tunedly: like when a rubber band breaks on an italian motocycle. You don't wanna be cleaning that up.
Anyway ... tomorrow i takes a boxful of maquettes to a meeting & from there i certainly hope can start work immediately otherwise i'll *really* never get another weekend.
Sis done me a 36 card spread tarot today. In the future i will meet an asshole & i should walk away. Heh. There were good things too. Its hard to report on a tarot reading cos its all so subjective. You can interpret it diff ways & in short this is why ppl call it a load of old cobblers i guess. But such things are just frameworks for allowing intuition eh. Most ppl know in their hearts what they need to do.
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