I only feel like one card today, from the Osho Zen deck. Today did feel kind of full of unlimited potential, but I only got as far as doing the laundry, changing my ostomy bag, watched a movie (Broken Flowers—I do not recommend it), thought about crocheting but Stash insisted on sitting on my chest, went to dinner at the local Thai restaurant, spent non-productive time on the computer, meditated for 15 minutes and realized that the last time I laid down on the futon I was deathly sick and so I thought about all of those memories and how far I've come since then and I felt like I had gotten somewhere insofar as advancement in my health, tried to get out of my head/mind and into my heart/chest because lately I feel stuck in my mind, and I tried to explore emotionally why I feel so prudish and didn't get very far with why I feel like a Virgo Virgin and not a Shrone out cruising for penis, joined the Crochet Olympics, ordered more thread to complete the doily I started last night, swooned over Mr. Doo a few times, allowed Smee to melt into me for his daily stint of kitty love, and somehow a couple of hours has passed during this time Pooky has worked on getting the taxes sent in so we can get our refund (which probably will go to the dentist since I was informed I need a crown {unfortunately this isn't a royal type of crown}), but before going to bed we had thought we'd watch one of the DVDs we still have, but now it looks like we'll just skip it, and I had wanted to go to the store to satisfy my junk food needs—too late to do that yet I am hungry for donuts or something just as fat-laden, which makes me wish sometimes I was a cat because a cat will eat the same kibble day after day and think it is the best food in the world.