Full moon is gone.
Friday the 13th is gone.
Cancer isn’t gone, but at least it’s not as “here” as it was a couple of days ago.
That horoscope was wrong — my relationship didn’t fall apart on 1/12.
So, there you go. Wrongs look right and things you read that you assume are right are, in the words of Trump,
I think I may be one of those people who desperately looks for answers outside of myself, when they are completely ignored on the inside.
Sun is shining.
It is not dark when I get out of my work building anymore.
You don’t scare me January!