Okay, I’m a huge slacker. My blogversary was yesterday, and I totally forgot it.
My clock stopped again, at the same freaking time it had stopped the last time. No, it wasn’t 11:11, it was 7:00. Exactly. And? My nightstand clock, which is digital, died a sudden death at the same time, but I don’t have evidence because it doesn’t display anything. I’m asking myself: “What is the significance of a clock stopping at 7:00″? Is that a signal to get a life? Shaddap, rhetorical question here.
Halloween brought no costumed cuties to my door. I did hear a whump around 8 pm, and discovered that my front window had been egged. Now I have a dirty window and masses of candy. If only my outside light worked, I might have a chance. No kids want to risk coming to the door of a 150 year old dwelling that houses an old psychic. I did not dress up as a witch. I was in my jammies. I remember last year. No kids, but no eggs, either. Dang.
I’m still logged on to the psychic power network for twelve hours a day, trying to build up my customer base. If you get a random call, the deal is you build a relationship with that client, and they call back. The prices are pretty reasonable for a psychic line, and they give out promo minutes. My goal is to pay my rent on time, instead of half on the first and the second half on the 15th. My landlady is very kind. So far.
I now only have my computer to tell me the time. Think I’ll set up a screensaver with the time on it.
Anybody want any candy?
