that which is predestined but not for that reason evil, that which will come to pass

My house is lit with a lot of candles tonight, and I like the warmer quality of the light, shadows cast. I have just bought a large bottle of vodka from a woman with a mullet named Candy and now I am drinking a sunny  old screwdriver while "spring rain" incense burns and golly do I want it to be spring. I drew myself my first cross in a couple months. The news wasn't so bad, especially in light of the fact that I've utterly lost my authority over my cards--over my cat too, but for different reasons. I have to breathe out of my mouth because I am sick, but this is okay. I feel like I just got out of a pool. I bought bulk incense on sale and a little cone burner with skulls on it (whatwouldmymothersay) and seed beads in blue, white, and green. AWOLNATION's Sail has been stuck solidly in my head for two days but I've also listened to Tori Amos's Marianne like seriously 50 times in the last two weeks which is a less good song. When I get paid Thursday I'm going to buy a subscription to Poetry magazine because I'm such a little masochist. I was cleaning up my laptop the other day and I ran into a disturbing collection of unsent rambly letters I had written to myself and other people and I was reminded again how right I am about everything and also how terribly dumb and wrong I often am and isn't that sort of the truth of things sometimes?

Here's a picture that I'm 95% sure is the moon taken off Travis's farm two years ago and at the very least 5% is vaguely the stage the moon is at right just now, as I'm typing these words. Don't you just love it?