I was browsing the broadsheet a while ago, like I always do…

And like I what always do, I read the horoscope for the heck of it.

It said that today’s my perfect day; it talked about money, life and all that jazz.

Right. And today, I’m once more used as a dumpsite of paper works, readings and exams.

…

I’m totally loaded for this week and the coming weekend.

Now I wonder how the astrologist defines “perfect”…or maybe s/he’s just jeering at me, hmm?