Horoscopic

Yeah, right. I tried working for ten whole minutes before Meredith appeared, said I was getting worse and worse, and insisted that I go home before I turn the editorial offices into something out of "The Andromeda Strain."

So I'm back home, wrapped in blankets, cold compress on my head, watching "Dexter." The horoscope was right, someone new did arrive in my life. That someone is hottie Michael C. Hall. Mmmm, Michael, be my dreamy serial killer.

But I digress. I don't think this horoscope thing worked out very well. I mean, like I keep saying, you can make a prediction mean just about anything you want. All I got out of it was a virus.

I'm just gonna take it easy and avoid astrology from now on. No sense adding extra stress to my life!