Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
Walt Whitman
Your fortune for today...
A surprise announcement will free you.
Aquarius
By Rick Levine
The Sun hooks up with your key planet Uranus today to electrify your 2nd House of Finances. Be careful about buying something you don't really need, for you might not realize how much you spent until the deal is already done. On the other hand, Uranus could also bring a sudden windfall. Either way, it's easy come, easy go, so think about what you are doing with your money before it's too late.
My ass is tired.
On my home page I have among other things My fortune for today and of course my Horoscope.
The fortune sometimes repeats itself but I don't remember getting this one before today.
As to my horoscope, it's a new one every day. I think I'm going to have to replace this one though.
This guy seems obsessed with my anus.
I don't want to have anything to do with electrifying it and if I esperance a sudden windfall I may have to give up eating beans so The Boss doesn't kick me out on the street.
Seriously though I hate it when they start talking about surprise announcements and a windfall having to do with finances. They are never right and they just get me all worked up. I start having trouble sleeping because my mind wanders from one unlikely daydream about money to another.
I might win the Lottery even when I haven't played. Some rich relative will set me up with a trust fund even though the last rich person in my family was a man who owned a large percentage of Virginia, and that was in the mid 1600's or any of a thousand others that are even more unlikely than the last.
When I was in the ICU loaded up with all the drugs things like this were as real to me as the vampires of mercy taking my blood and shooting me up with insulin.
When I get tired and am trying to sleep they sometimes seem almost as real now.
I know that wealth can't solve all your problems but as another of my fortunes said a while back. "Money is the root of all evil and a man needs roots."
Getting this kind of prediction is even tougher to take when you have been unable to work for almost 11 months and are waiting for a disability determination and maybe a settlement offer from the Butcher's Assistant who carved you up.
Who knows I might be wrong. I do have more than 2 cents to rub together (9 if my count is right) and I have a roof over my head, food in the freezer and The Boss gets paid a week from Friday. For that matter I still have the ability to suck air into my lungs and say and do stupid things.
Oh, and I have the ability to connect to the interweb using my physic powers and Jackiesue gave me a Best Comment Award.
Now I have to write something humble and coherent.
