I was all set to recap this past week in all it's glorious excess and discovery, but my horoscope is eerily spot-on and I think my brain ceased normal function somewhere around Friday morning.
Aquarius (January 20-February 19)
This week should be pretty CRUNCHALICIOUS, Aquarius. You know, crisp and delectable, chewy and pleasing to your inner four-year-old--like a breakfast cereal with three different sweet tastes packed into puff balls that softly explode in your mouth. The only potential problem is that you could keep wolfing down the treats without any regard for how the experience might make you feel later. I suggest that you enjoy the feast slowly, pausing every now and then to monitor whether you're close to being excessively stimulated or over-satiated.
I was close to being excessively stimulated by Wednesday. This will teach me to wait until Saturday to pick up the Metropulse.