Okay, everybody, think positive thoughts in my direction. Help me encourage my bones..."Come on, little bones! You can do it! Fuse together and heal so Tessa can play tennis next week!"

As I lay awake last night, all propped up on sixteen pillows, with nothing to do but stare at the offending phalange, I did some sketching. Check out the picture attached herewith. Pretty cool, huh?

When I tired of that, I turned to Tuna. Tunamancy is a form of divination, like stichomancy which uses random exerpts from works of literature to divine spiritual meaning. With Tuna, you use Itunes, of course. Shuffle up your Ipod and look for deep, soulful insight in the first three songs that come up, usually representing Past, Present and Future.

My Past is represented by Fleetwood Mac's "Monday Morning."

Monday morning, you sure look fine. Friday I got traveling on my mind

Actually I did look pretty good on Monday, come to think of it. And I did have traveling on my mind for Friday but had to cancel the trip. I find true meaning as it relates to my Past here:

First you love me, then you fade away. I can't go on believin' this way
I got nothing but love for you. Now tell me what you really wanna do
First you love me then you get on down the line
But I don't mind.
I don't mind
First you love me then you say it's wrong. You know I can't go on believing for long
But you know it's true. You only want me when I get over you
First you love me then you get on down the line
But I don't mind
No, I don't mind
I'll be there if you want me to. No one else that could ever do
Got to get some peace in my mind.

Applies to the Relentless Tease and also to the Untouchable Object. It is time for some peace in my mind.

My Present energy: "Pussy Control" by Prince. Yummy! I love the attitude in this song.

Good mornin, ladies and gentlemen, Boys and motherfuckin girls;
This is your captain with no name speakin, And I'm here to rock your world
With a tale that will soon be classic About a woman u already know
No prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain, Pussy Control;

Pussy said nigga, you crazy if you don't know, Every woman in the world ain't a freak
You can go platinum 4 times, Still couldnt make what I make in a week
So push up on somebody wanna hear that, Cuz this somebody here don't wanna know.
Boy, you better act like you understand When you roll with Pussy Control;

I pulled up right beside her, And my electric top went down
I said "I know your reputation And I'm astounded that you are here
I fear you're lonely and you want to know A 12 o'clock straight up nigga
That dont give a shit that you're Pussy Control
Well I'm that nigga, at least I wanna be
But it's gonna be hard as hell, to keep my mind off a body
That would make every rich man Want to sell, sell, sell;
Can I tell u what I'm thinkin that u already know?
You need a motherfucker that respects your name
Now say it, Pussy Control

And the moral of this motherfucker is: Ladies, make 'em act like they know!
You are, was, and always will be Pussy Control!

Fun, huh? Presently, I remind myself that I control the Pussy, she does not control me. Good. And baby, you better act like you know! I need a mother-fucker who respects my name.

Well, there you go, a little female empowerment for my bad self today. Let's see, what next?

My Future is foretold in "I'm Over You" by Adam Lee.

I'm not sad anymore. In fact, I'm really happy.
Cause I thought you were the one, oh the one
I think of you now and I want to run
Life with you was sometimes fun;
I'm just glad that it's done

And I am getting over you.

There's a bit of good news for my horizon. I get over my romantic obsessions and be happy. Can't wait!