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So, what do you make with these things?

According to my horoscope, today is supposed to be, not only a banner day, but a day to begin an entire new positive and rewarding era. Life changing, they say, career changing, a time for all my blocks to be stacked exactly right and true.

All week I've been waiting for today.

This is MY day.

The horoscope experts say that a whole new twelve year cycle is being ushered in. Look back, they said, I did, to the last time this kind of gobbledygook took place and I remember. Yes, it was an amazing time back then, like winning the lotto without having to buy a ticket.

I'm waiting.

Am I in for success again?
Am I in for a another sweet ride?
I was up at 5am.

I'm still waiting.

It's god-awful muggy and hot. I'm tired from staying up late last night. My cloths smell like they sat in the washer too long before drying. I have to leave for work in a half hour to feed the whims of the entitled and arrogant American consumer. My feet hurt already.
It's 8:30 am, nothing yet.

I'm waiting.

When's the last time you were told you were going to have an amazing day?
Did it happen or are you still waiting?