Irony

My horoscope in the Toronto Star today reads,

Sagittarius (Nov. 23 — Dec.21)

Not only are you not perfect, you are not supposed to be perfect. It's an impossible notion in an imperfect world. You are not a machine. You are a person made of flesh and blood. Accept your unreasonable desires and be proud of yourself.

(I swear I did not write my last post knowing this)

Aha! I will now become even more demanding, probably of myself.