The only thing that's really risky is never taking a risk at all.

says my horoscope. Considering that the rest of the horoscope seems to suggest that I will meet a very nice dog today, and watch movies with him/her/it, I'm not putting too much faith in it. (it says, "If you don't absolutely have to go out tonight, don't. It's perfect weather for snuggling, and you have at least one delectable, cooperative companion just a phone call away." and "How'd you get to be so irresistible? Maybe it's your shirt or shoes or something, but (more likely) it's just the way you're carrying yourself lately. Whatever it is, expect to be the object of enthusiastic affection." The only enthusiastic affection I get these days involves either Andrea or the dogs I meet on the streets who give me kisses.

It's raining outside. And by raining, I mean *pouring* at times. Even at truly good times, it's grey and bleck. Too warm and sticky, and all I really want to do is curl up somewhere and cry, probably. I think maybe my money issues from the con have been solved (all hail Leah!), but I can't tell for sure, and it looks like in the process of solving the problem they introduced all sorts of new ones, but hopefully cleaned them all up as well.