Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I have been reading my letters to you and, smirking to myself, I thought, “Man, who is that chick? She’s awesome. I am falling for her, for sure.” In other words, these letters help me see myself better. And, you know, if after reading 92 letters from me (with the... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello, my love. How are things there over the ocean? My migraine has a constant hold on me now. I don’t remember how long it has been without me having one, and I am seriously contemplating stopping the NDRIs I am taking. I just cannot seem to find any other... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It’s rather late, but I wanted to give you an update on my day and how things have been going. For the past few days, I have been drowning in my hobbies. I wrote to you about that in my previous letter. Yesterday, I spent most of the day reading... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It is quite remarkable how we learn things, forget them when stress hits, relearn them, and forget them again. Or maybe it’s just me, and I am not as intelligent as I want to believe. It seems to me that I keep making the same decisions, the same discoveries, and... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Before I dive into the horrible feeling I have finished the day with, let me tell you something funny. Today was Wolfy’s birthday, and, like every year, I am not sure why, but this day is very challenging for me. For some reason or another, by the time Wolfy’s BD... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Generally, I have a system for when all systems fail and or when disappointment hits hard and leaves me uninspired or, as heavily deflated as it did yesterday. First, I let myself be hit. For the first 24 hours or so, not to the minute, of course, I let myself... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Where do I begin? I was hiding from you. Ashamed. See, the stress of the surgery coming got my nerves pretty shaky. And then yesterday, while I was sitting in the cab with Piggy, I got the news. I was so exhausted. I was on the verge of tears, really.... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Hello, my one and only. How’s your side of the Atlantic holding up? Here, the chaos feels like a pressure cooker, and I suppose I am dealing better than most. We spoke on the 9th, and I made that list and wrote you a few words, and after the Herculean... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, The race for the surgery is in full speed. It has been crazy in here. I wanted to share some stats, you know that lists soothe me. I think it calms us both down. This is my list of things to accomplish before the surgery: Write, read-proof, and schedule the... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, It has been 5 days since I last wrote you an update. I am so very sluggish this morning. Partly because I have been working like a maniac and partly because I am on my period. Happy to report that the stretches and the morning sardines did their magic, and... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am consumed. Hijacked by the hormones of 4 days before my period, and the deadline that the surgery drew for me, I am rocked to extremes. But maybe I should start from the beginning, shouldn’t I? Last time I wrote you an update was Saturday, I believe. And so... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I am truly dreading this post. But after more than 75 letters to you, it’s time to face the facts. This is not something I am enjoying recounting, and with the looming surgery and the stress of it all, you will have to excuse me if I rush through this.... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, I feel stupefied, my love. I am at that point where everything is spinning so fast around me that it’s all almost a blur. Don’t get me wrong — I thrive when things reel this fast. But for a person of deeds, when things get this hectic, articulation is almost beyond me.... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, There is no easy way to say it, but I felt rotten inside with envy. On Thursday, I think, or maybe the day before, I searched my ex-husband on Amazon, discovering that he had not one — as Drago told me — but 3 books published. I mean, as long as I thought he... Continue Reading →
Dear London Fire Snake Scorpio, Sometimes, when I start my engine, it is hard to stop it. I am not sure if it is still medication adjustments, or the drugged state the sun gets me in summer — but I am possessed. I believe I wrote to you on Friday morning. It was quite a day. I... Continue Reading →
