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Overview: It's the perfect astrological weather for simply being you. To celebrate, you've decided to do something lavish, extravagant and totally excessive. Don't be shocked if no one who knows you seems particularly surprised.

Oh, this is just prime time to be you. The rest of the world is feeling as extravagant as you normally do, just this once. (Yes, everyone!) You're feeling lucky, frisky and likely to go overboard in all the categories of fun. Does this mean you'll go totally over the top? Sure hope so. There's no time like the present to do it, especially since you can get almost anyone to join in.

WTF is my horoscope on about this time?

So. I had hot chocolate for breakfast, and then a really long, really hot bath, and I put on my favorite red sweater, and now... I think I'm a little too relaxed. I'm floppy. And now I have to go to class (no, really this time. Really for real this time), and it's cold and rainy and waaaa.

But I finally collected all of my gumption and emailed the Matrix off to Ginger. I mean, y'all know that I had it done last night. But I think that I'm way more nervous about this than I should be. I don't know.

Tomorrow: Phantom of the Opera if it kills me (or someone else).


P.S. What the HELL is going on in Virginia?

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Quick clarification on the Virginia story: I read the whole spiel at Daily Kos, and apparently what they're trying to do is target women who abandon babies in dumpsters. The problem is that the PROPOSED LAW does not target them. It's like saying that if anyone, anywhere, dies for any reason (heart attack? well-documented terminal illness? old age?), it's got to be reported to the homicide squad. If they want to target baby-dumping, they need to DO THAT, rather than force every single woman who ever miscarries at any stage of gestation, anywhere, to account for herself. You know, with words like "abandoning" and "receptacles not intended for babies, such as dumpsters, or the occasional birdbath."

Also, I just got back from class, and the professor raffled off her "desk copies" of our texts by having us choose a number between 1 and 100. Guess who won a brand new copy of Uncle Tom's Cabin? WHEE.