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Today in 374, a sudden outbreak of St. John's Dance caused people in the streets of Aachen, Germany, to experience hallucinations and begin to jump and twitch uncontrollably until they collapsed from exhaustion. These days people dress in designer clothes and pay ridiculous money for the privilege.

My horoscope today is a bit unnerving:

Congratulations, Scorpio. You've reached the end of the Big Squeeze. You've served your time in the bottleneck. And so I invite you to relax your pinched expression, loosen up your puckered expectations, and let the Season of Experiments begin. According to my projections, you will soon be receiving a host of invitations to wander into the frontier with your raw sense of wonder turned up all the way. Please research each invitation thoroughly before choosing. When you've decided which adventures are most likely to enhance your understanding of the art of liberation, dive in.

Okay. As if I didn't already have a million things to do. *grin*

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I'm waiting for Mark Sanford's nonsensical excuses press conference. As a South Carolinian, I have long been unhappy with his stance on education in my state. More recently I was angry over his attempt to refuse the stimulus money, and now I am horribly embarrassed by his behavior. My only comfort is in reminding myself (and telling everyone who will listen) that I never voted for him.

And I never will.