This fall when the fields and lined, the crowds are out, the band is playing and the teams are taking the field, the iHigh Broadcast Network will be there. I own twelve. My freaky neighbor owns 12, and I run into them sometimes when they escape from her house. They seem to follow me sometimes, so often in fact that I find myself checking my pockets for catnip. My horoscope told me I was supposed to marry to a fat, smelly, ugly, retired postal worker.
Horoscopes are the tools of corruption.
I think the newspaper clerk who writes those things is stalking me. I got up, went to school, came home and went to bed. I think I failed a test, or something along those lines. If I don't carry one, I always seem to have something go wrong in my day. I have a collection.