Unexpected consultation yesterday at work. Someone broke a chain letter and had bad luck. He was not sure if it was all in his head or not. I am the local visible witch and therefore to be consulted when things go weird. I advised him that it would be hard to go wrong by lighting a white candle and asking that any power the incident had over him be lifted. Psychologically powerful, and any actual mojo couldn't hurt.
Reading City of Bones. I shall lend it to Darkside when I am done, if he wants to borrow it. I am looking forward to this long weekend. Today is a plasma day. One guy here seems to have no concept that the internal monologue should stay internal. I have to get the CV polished before I feel right about writing. I know I am a procrastinating bastard, but this is important. Obnoxious bastards are no fun. There was a guy who was trying to make conversation when I was giving off obvious vibes of reading. He was allegedly a reader himself, but did not seem to have the sensitivity to these things.