So I bought the pink diamond ring. It is orange-pink and changes colors in the light. I measured my finger incorrectly so it fits on my middle finger. This is fine because it means I can go to a jewelry place and measure my ring finger and get another fancy ring. This is the last book I read. I have a lot of books happening right now and I'm cutting myself off until I finish my backlog and return all my library books. I started this as an audiobook. Audiobooks are VERY difficult for me to deal with, as are podcasts. I almost did not make it because it's very difficult for me to concentrate on listening to something; I will either a) zone out and not realize it until a few minutes later or b) fall asleep. However, I managed to listen to a good chunk of this book at work and then after a while I figured it would be useful to have around so I ordered it. Daryl Surat now thinks I will be summoning demons on the back porch, which I think is very ambitious. I feel like I don't even have enough time to fit everything in a day...yesterday I wanted to clean out my backpack...but I was too tired after exercising, making the very easiest of dinners (spaghetti! it took maybe ten minutes!), and having studio time. I had to go get into a lavender baby bath. So I don't know if I have time to cultivate relationships with the demons of the Ars Goetia. (I do like the bird ones, though. They're cute.)
I told this to my bestie and she said that her daughter tried to plead her case for summoning a demon in her room. My bestie was like, No. The daughter tried to bargain with summoning an angel. I just think this is so hilarious, probably because I am a Gen X-er and I feel like due to the influence of the Poky Little Puppy, we tend to err on the side of asking forgiveness rather than permission. I am trying to imagine either of us asking our parents in 1994 if it was okay if we summoned a demon as long as we did it in our room. I don't really think I believe in "demons" in the way other people do & I definitely did not believe in demons or the devil in 1994. However, everyone thought I was some kind of Satanist and I would be happy to go back to my high school and summon a demon in the cafeteria and leave it there. Go nuts, buddy. With all that said, I will consider making some time in my schedule to consort with the spirit of Michael Jackson.
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