A few years back I signed up at one of those shitty astrology sites to have a daily horoscope emailed to me. They always always suck, but this one is good. Well, at least appropriate. It took them two plus years, but they finally must have mathematically hit upon this:

“There is no harm in asking a friend for a favor, and if you are complimentary to this person, you are likely to get the help you need. Be selective in who you ask; don’t asked a weak person for help lifting heavy boxes. “

This of course coming at a time when I am trying to find somebody to help me move my stuff back to Baltimore. But I’ll write more about that in a separate post.

I am listening to a Kenny Chesney album that this girl Jackie made a copy of for me two summers ago. Good old Kenny Chesney. This album has almost heavy-metal sounding lead guitars at times. I wish I had that “She thinks my tractor’s sexy” album. That song is fantastic. Not to mention completely ridiculous.