Monday, February 02, 2004

NY Post to Manhattan Transfer--Make Peace With Your Gods, You're Getting Fucking Old.

For such an energetic, take-on-the-world, social creature, you sometimes feel that time alone is like some kind of cosmic penalty. You are aware of the limits of circumstances around you, and may be looking at the dark side of those limits. There is magic in the creative potential in times such as this. Look inside yourself to get back in touch with deep,
spiritual beliefs.

It would be easy to allow yourself to be lulled into a false sense of security and think that the good times will last forever, but nothing lasts forever - change is the only constant. By all means, enjoy the good things in life. By all means, live for the present. But keep an eye on the future - it will be here soon enough.

[NY Post Horoscope]

[Poor excuse for blogging but we're desperate and crushed for time.]