It's amazing what a Windows Update can do to a computer.

For some odd reason, I was able to boot the computer in one after downloading all the patches and updates for this system as supplied by Microsoft. Pretty cool, huh?

I'm starting to miss AIM, and is thinking about putting up another screen name. Then I keep remembering all the things that have happened recently and how everywhere I turn, I mess things up. As if looking for some kind of explination, I turned to my horoscopes. There was one that I found on Newgrounds.com that I had to agree with.

Your romantic interests this week are (like) a box of chocolate-covered donuts. They're so tempting, so decadent, so sinful, so scrumptious. Their sweet smell lures you in. You touch them ever so gently — oooh, so soft. Bring them to your lips — they practically melt in your mouth. But after eating them up, you feel guilty, dirty, unclean even. They sit in a heavy, rotting lump in the pit of your stomach. So go easy on the donuts this week, don't bite off more than you can chew, and limit your intake to one every few days. Dunkin Donuts coffee is, however, acceptable (screw Starbucks, that DD stuff is good, man).

In other words, don't talk to James. In fact, don't talk to anyone over there for now! They are just hurting you, and you don't need that. Bringing you down when you want to be on cloud nine. Sending you to hell when you are on seventh heaven. Not talking to them is a good thing for you... for now.

Okay, so I'm not really one to listen to horoscopes, but still, it makes sense to me. Call it stupidity, call is stupidstision, call it being-miss-Cleo. I don't care! I dig the weird, the unexplained, and the feared as far as supernatural stuff goes.

Besides, I don't know much about anything as far as life is concerned. Might as well put my life in the hands of the stars and hope they know what they are talking about every now and then.