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So I'm really tired and I'm really bored and I've been writing nonstop since I got up this morning.

Yesterday, something weird happened. I had been getting the Moon card yesterday; I was asking how to change parts of my situation. I thought it simply meant that things would change naturally, and it does, but then this happened.
I left my dorm at about 4pm, because my roommate was playing music way too loud while I was TRYING to play video games, so I left and went to my house. I stayed there until about 8:30pm, reading The Gunslinger and the Motorcycle Diaries (which is not bad but the translation makes it a little too formal.) When I left, I hadn't gone ten feet when someone behind me shouts "HEY! Are you an artist!?" I thought he was talking to someone else, so I kept going, but he shouted again. I turned around and said "Yeah?" He ran up to me and said his name was Virgil from Lucid Magazine, and he covers galleries and community events and projects and stuff, and asked me what kind of artist I was, if I'd had any galleries, etc. So we carried on for a few minutes about that and then he said "This is my last card, but I'm going to give it to you." and he gave me this worn, black and foil card with the words "Lucid Magazine" and a moon on it. I said "Are you sure you want me to take your last card? I mean I can remember you and everything." He said something to the effect of "I trust you." So I said I would spread the word, and then he hurried off.

I looked it up later, and their website is a little messed up but they're like...art activists for Cincinnati, trying to bring people together through art. I sent them an email. They gave George Clooney a copy of a trailer for a movie one of them is making when he visited Maysville, Ky. Maysville is where you catch a train if you live in Central Kentucky. I took a train from there to New York Thanksgiving before last. Small world. The train was 4 or 5 hours late and the station had broken windows so it was freezing, and all the seats were like pews. But it's all part of the adventure.

Regardless, that is one of many instances telling me that this is where I'm supposed to be right now. More than coincidence. If I had left much later or earlier, he wouldn't have been able to catch me. If he hadn't decided to give me his last card, I wouldn't have seen the moon on it. If it had been any other time, I would have disregarded it as blatant advertising, never looked at their site, never sent them an email.

But maybe it's all in my head.