Time just keeps getting away from me!

There have been some major, major changes that have gone on in the past month; it’s been hard to turn to tarot because it keeps cheerily prompting “eight of cups, walk away for something new! page of wands, what lights your fire? eight of swords, you know you’re not making any decisions but it’s all YOU”. Thanks, I hate it.

There was a Twitter quote that went around a while back, rudely, with the essential element being that “being an adult is saying ‘after this week, things will get back to normal’ every single week”.

So that’s fun, that’s where we are.

Living in the shadow of the Tower, man. Shoot.