One of the things to do when on holidays, sitting in airports, lying on a beach or waiting for friends at a coffee shop, is to read horoscopes. It passes the time and even though they're predictable, just for that split second you get a thrill out of thinking that a new love/job/apartment is just around the corner. Generally though, the prediction is instantly forgotten. While in Hawaii, I was so charmed by the one I found in the Honolulu paper that I tore it out and stuck it in my wallet, where I forgot about it until tonight...