Anywho, went to Dance. Kelly wasn't there, which, in retrospect, is a good thing. Jenny (who I'm starting to think is actually serious about jumping my bones), gave me a shpiffle tarot reading, pretty dead on, but without the ominous portents I'm used to retrieving from Sarah's readings. One thing to watch out for though, basically, "Taking something that isn't mine." Thoughts, thoughts are spawned. Now, I just wire up a "send an email with webpage data" script, and I'm done for the night.