When real things happen to imaginary people

I'm trying, for a whole bunch of different reasons, to get back in the habit of drawing a tarot card each day. I need to get back to where the meanings of cards are automatic for me. I'm also going to post a photo of the card and my notes every day, because hey, accountability! Or something.

To further entice myself into doing this, I am using one of my SUPER fancy blank books: the leather-bound one shaped like a coffin, with the letter V embossed on the front. Because if I am going to indulge in super-witchy cliche things, I will do it properly, dammit.