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Being greeted by The Spice Girls at a considerably antisocial volume and the sound of my tarot reader masticating is not entirely the way in which I’d hoped to begin a reading. I was at least reassured that spicy Moroccan-style couscous is a wonderful thing and that Thoth doesn’t mind if Radu’s drunk, but deferring to another date seemed like the best idea. Though that does leave me with nothing to do other than work this afternoon. I wonder if I should call my parents and see if my father would like a nice father-son chat instead.