Is being a psychic lucrative? Can I be a psychic too?

Today, as I was crossing the street, a woman approached me.
"Excuse me, I hate to bother you," she started.
I had already taken it upon myself to assume she was going to ask for directions and took mental note of where I was. It made me feel a little important.
"Have you ever had a psychic reading?"
Oh.
"No," I replied, immediately skeptical.
"I just spotted you crossing the street, and there's something really interesting about your aura that just leaps out at me. You have great energy. I mean it! You're destined for great things," she said.
I smiled. "Thanks!"
And then she dropped the hook that was supposed to reel me into a consultation:
"But you have a lot of negative energy surrounding one aspect of your life that's holding you back."
"And which part is that?" I asked, now playing along.
She smiled sweetly. Very sweetly.
"Let me give you my card," she said.
Now, what I think she was probably trying to communicate right off was, "Holy crap! Look at that purple sun dress! You MUST be nonconservative enough to fall for a psychic reading! Ka-ching!"

She was wearing purple too.

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Today was a day of goods and bads:

• - I must find somewhere to cram the massive white TV that is eating valuable space in my bedroom. Apparently it is a big selling point to its rentability and cannot be done away with. 
• + Good coffee served by a friendly person 
• + Air-conditioned internet cafe 
• - For some ungodly reason, the toilet had no toilet seat and the teenager who left the bathroom (after being in there for a VERY long time) before I entered had very clearly just been smoking pot with the fan on. I'm becoming so good at hovering that I could teach a seminar on it. 
• - Wasted two hours and $4 writing two very labor-intensive, impressive cover letters to jobs listed on Craigslist only to find out they were both "MAKE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS FROM THE COMFORT OF YOUR OWN HOME!!!!!!!!" scams. Fail. 
• + Was entertained by "psychic" 
• + Bought a set of wall hooks to hang my wet towels on 
• + Stopped into a guitar store just to play some tunes 
• + Found artichokes at 50 cents a piece! 
• - Lost my 30-day $90 MetroCard. It was still young. I am still grieving. 
• + Happened across a big, outdoor, private Italian party where a man - who was dressed like a lounge lizard from the '70s - sang traditional Italian music into a microphone with the musical accompaniment of a DJ. He had a surprisingly stunning voice. I hung around and listened to a couple songs. 
• + Went to a wine tasting and discovered a delicious wine from Portugal to bring to True Blood tomorrow night 
• + Found out that I can be compensated for the days I won't be able to use on my lost MetroCard 
• + Watched an episode of Big Love and enjoyed a delicious, if not odd, dinner of boiled eggs, an artichoke, and a sliced cucumber 

My room is starting to feel like a safe haven instead of a tomb, now that I have an air conditioner. Merely the change in air temperature seems to have changed the way I view the space and colors of my living space. Now it seems welcoming. Before, it was the last place I wanted to be in. I bought a notebook today. I feel tempted to keep a journal, even though I suck at keeping journals. Especially the written kind. And yet I am wary of the limitations and dangers of writing down my personal thoughts in a space that just about anyone could access if they really wanted to. Maybe I will just use it for to-do lists. I write lots and lots of those.

Now I think it's time for more Big Love.