Something wicked this way comes
I’ve been having mad deja vu.
Got it while I worked on this fine Saturday. Thought it was about my project.
I felt good, like the deja vu was forecasting I finish the thing and it was going to turn out fine.
I did finish the thing but I don’t know how great it is. And I didn’t finish four other things. So maybe that’s why my senses are heightened.
Of course, it’s also a full pink moon. Welcome, Aries.
This is one of those moons that’s the farthest from earth, so it’s a small one. But still, the pink calls for love if you want it.
I asked tarot for a message today. Two of Cups.
Soulmate card. Love if you want it.
The universe is funny, man. I figured the spidey tingly senses were planetary.
But then Delta let me know I had a $200 credit. And I got the heightened sense of deja vu again.
So since I can’t let a credit burn a hole in my pocket for more than six hours, I planned a trip to (redacted).
I am convinced I booked this trip already in a dream. I know I get there. I know I have X number of days of fun.
But I can’t envision the end of the trip.
Maybe I stay?
I went to pick the flight home and was fine with the departure time. But honestly I didn’t want to go home at all. So I picked the latest flight out.
And I got that weird fuckin ass feeling. Like PIPER NOOOOO.
I did some vacillating but stayed with the late flight. I mean, all in, the flight was $88 after the credits. How could I not?
I mean, I know why not. Some religious dipshit from “The Real World” is in charge of the nation’s aviation, and planes drop out of the sky hourly now.
But deja vu isn’t usually forecasting bad when I have it.
And boy do I have it.
Anyway. I type all this to say I am either going to have the best time of my life or else my plane is going to fall out of the sky on the way home.
Better hire the cat sitter and not chance being home to give them their next meal then.
Might be seeing Momma sooner than I’d hoped. Or might call up (redacted) or (redacted) and bring them home.
Never know with me.