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Nice N' Easy

There is so much happening in the communications section of your chart that you can't fail to take advantage of it all. But you have probably noticed that with Mercury being retrograde, everything is taking a lot longer than it should to materialize. However, you must not let this stop you. You simply have to keep going, and can't afford to wait in the wings. You should try and stay up to date with any administrative work, and be sure to clear the backlog, as this will help you tremendously over the coming week or so. You also need to back up your data, and make sure that your anti-virus programs are all up to date. Mercury moves back into Leo on Wednesday, and this may mean delays in payments, so be prepared for this, and decide to keep in touch with your account details so that you can spot any mistakes that might happen. On Friday the Sun opposes Uranus, and this might create a few interesting sparks when it comes to legal issues, or perhaps any meetings or journeys you have arranged to go on. Don't be too hasty, but consider the consequences of all your actions at this time.

Dear Universe, I would like to humbly request of you the following: the ability to stop time. I'm not sure why this seems important to me right now because I suppose I could also just request the ability to work harder and faster for longer and it might achieve the same effect. Or possibly just a temporary vacation (not a permanent one, and neither a permanent midnight) and a well-furnished space with the ability to stretch out my arms without ever touch walls and possibly even no means of people being able to reach me, except, Universe, here's where the time-stopping element comes in. I don't really want to disappear off the planet because there are things going on I'd like to be around for, I just wish I could bounce back and forth, perhaps between those dimensions vibrating off all those tiny strings. Or maybe I could just sleep more deeply and restfully and have better dreams than the one last night where I spent the whole dream being tired and wanting to go to bed. What does it mean to dream you are tired? I mean, I was sleeping for chrissakes. Perhaps it was my body yelling at me for doing too much yesterday except I thoroughly enjoy riding my bike more than ten miles and it yelled at me again this morning when we rode to temple for meditation. It stopped yelling or at least went a more manageable whisper while sitting that I sometimes forgot about and listened instead to my lungs which were breathing on behalf of the entire universe. That's universe with a small 'u', not you, Universe. I don't need to explain the difference to you, I know. I'm not sure either why I'm wasting my time with you because it's not going to happen, at least not in this way, and maybe I'm hoping if I ask for something big you'll throw me a bone, Universe, and give me something else to chew on, and I don't mean that in any sort of sexual way, because at the end of the day, I'm doing alright there. And I'm hoping that no e-mail all weekend is just a sign of busy-ness and not being cut from the pool of applicants and I should really call up my tattoo artist but instead I'll go shower, Universe, and walk the dog, and write mediocre poetry not because I'm that tortured but because it's a school assignment, which is probably frankly the only time I would even attempt such a medium, because as you know, Universe, I'm not always careful with words: they spill out and overflow and rather than choose one or two I'll use them all and combine meanings in an attempt to clarify. I don't have the sparseness of a poet. I have the logorrhea of a novelist. Thanks for that.
Sincerely,
Raybear

P.S. Thanks for also sending Brian de Palma and his movie Femme Fatale which was possibly the most ridiculous (and therefore entertaining) movie I've seen in quite some time. As much as I love Sayles and Almodovar and Malle and even pretentious art-fucks, sometimes I want to see french ex-cons in black leather trenchcoats being run over by trucks and spewing out copious amounts of fake blood as retribution for going after lesbian supermodel jewel thieves. Especially after finding out after two hours of movie that "it was all a dream". Fcking brilliant.