Mercury is in retrograde.
This is the same type of hippy-dippy bullshit I’ve been dodging for about 30 years…ever since my agent offered to do my chart for me. No, wait, that was only twenty years ago…so even before that.
No, thanks. I wouldn’t follow.
I went to a psychic when I was 22 and she told me I was going to die young. I laughed at her. Now I curse her.
Not that I was really prepared to live this long. But I have a great sense of balance about these minor setbacks in life: regardless of what’s going wrong – er, on – in my life, every day that I don’t die is a day longer that I’ve lived than those younger than me.
I’m setting a high bar definition of success, no?
Maybe. We’ll see how that plays out. Continue reading “Mercury Poisoning”