Hi Stacey

Hi Stacey!

Well, I did what “you” asked. On Sunday my horoscope couldn’t have been clearer. The main message, scrawled across the top of my app was “buy yourself something sweet and sticky.” Listen, Stace, you don’t have to tell me twice to get a sweet treat! The obvious move would be a pastry in the morning, but honestly, I wasn’t hungry. So I sort of pre-planned what other sweet and sticky thing I could buy. I was planning to spend the day at a cute bar with a friend. I looked up the bar’s desserts to see there was a bread pudding. That would do. But then I also remembered this once silly night a month or so ago when Dern and I spontaneously ordered a late night Papa John’s pizza. I checked the PJ website to find, yes, they made cinnamon pull-aparts. What a fun little secret, to spend the day with a friend but know when I got home, I’d feast on stuffed crust and hot little sticky bites from bed.

Monday the headline was less clear: “there’s poetry on the street.” I decided to find time to take a stroll. Of course I worked all day and suddenly it was dark out and maybe I missed the point of a “poetic walk.” But, whatever, I decided to step out anyway and felt my little legs steer me on a big loop. Toward the end of my trot I was overcome with my favorite smell. Fresh Jasmine! The huge bush had just bloomed, and since it has also just rained…the whole block stunk of the flowers. I ran to them, huffing up their incredible scent. I pressed my face into the plants over and over, jumped around the sidewalk watching my shadow. There was poetry on the street.

Yesterday my horoscope mentioned a hot drink, so I had a tea before bed. What to make of all this, I don’t know. I guess if my horoscope is vague, then I can take action in whatever way my subconscious (my body?) wishes. So far, I’ve enjoyed listening to my body, it seems. I sense some triangle between us all, Stacey, You, me, and my body. I guess there’s some validity in thinking my internet algorithm is influenced by my subconscious. And my subconscious rules my body, right? So my body could be some kind of reflection of the internet? More to consider, but that’s all I have to say for now.

Waiting for confirmation of signs.

xoxo

Alice