The plan is to have a plan tomorrow.

I’ve been having the best day. Long, but still great. There have been some palm-readings, some tarot-readings. Paintings and making my hair stand on edge, and I still have to brush out the mess. But I’ll do that tomorrow. Right now I’m tired and since I’m getting up extra early tomorrow, I deserve to not do it tonight.

I’m nearing the end of book 4 in the Harry potter suite. Listening at bedtime, as a alarm-clock, and when I cook or putter around in the kitchen is great. I’m going to be away for the weekend and visit family. If I could chose, Easter would be abolished. I just don’t get it. I love the candy, but I love candy all year around and don’t wait around for it to eat as I want. The bunnies and eggs doesn’t make sense. But I love the tradition about the witches. But that’s only because I love the magic.

And here is something that’s been stuck in my head all day.

Ignoring the signs. Reading the future.

I’ve been getting signs all weekend. There might be a cold in my nose and a fever in my head. I even got chills at work today. Sniffling. Sneezing. Snoozing. Being a Zombie. Naah. I ain’t got no cold. I’m healthy as a horse! I’m going home to my family over the weekend, I ain’t got time for being sick! Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I feel it’s kinda ironic that I’ll be a witch at work tomorrow and have the station “reading the future” where I’ll be looking into children’s palms and showing them the magic of tarot. I might even have a crystal ball, and I hope to be able of considering having a cup of tea next to me, to read the tea-leafs. And ignoring some signs.

I’m going for the look.