When I went in to Simple Pleasures yesterday morning to get my frothy au lait, Dae was doling out horoscopes, compliments of Christopher Renstrom at the Chron. This was mine:

The planets urge you to pursue your heart’s desire. There will be hell to pay, but it doesn’t matter because getting what you want will feel heavenly.

Well, I put all my worst Scorpio traits aside, batted nary an eyelash, even eschewed the chocolate–no heavenly delights, but no hellish consequences either. Caitlin, if you’re reading this: The dangerous day has passed, and I’m happy to report that the only desire I pursued was finishing this novel.

The exercise: Write about someone who takes his/her horoscope a bit too seriously.