I wonder if Hillary is a Libra because we are both having an awesomely rotten week. I feel like I’ve been sucked into Mercury Retrograde backwards — like being picked up by an enormous Bad Karma tornado-hairball combination. Where it will put me down and in what psychic shape, I can’t predict. I know (because I’ve done my time on Self-Help Drive, USA) that these upheavals and life changes that seem like dead ends are really bridges to…somewhere or other. I just hope it’s not the afterlife, the dentist or corporate-life-in-death. But I’m feeling more like a spatchcocked pigeon in the middle lane than a consciously evolving spirit fresh from a yoga class. I came home tonight and thought about hooking up to my Respirate biofeedback machine, but instead I said, fuck it, I’ll have a glass of wine and 3 Advils. Because sometimes you don’t want to be consciously evolving and dealing with your problems…you just want to watch Jackie Warner bust a move on Workout or watch Free Willy on HBO and cry your eyes out (uh oh…a little too much wine there). As Scarlett said, tomorrow is another day…and I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.