According to the Metro newspaper
today was supposed to be a 10 out of 10 for me
10 out of 10.
A perfect day they promised me today.
I read my horoscope on my way to work
10 outta 10
I thought I could do no wrong
I shouldn’t even try.
Sitting here now at midnight
I wouldn’t give the day any higher than a 6.
I gave in to that simple human conceit
of trying.
I slipped on some ice
(though I was wise enough to give in to the fall)
I poured sour milk in my coffee and it took me five or six sips to figure that out
and now I’ve officially got heartburn.
I’ve had better 10s.
And it wouldn’t be so hard to take
If they hadn’t gotten my spirits up so high.
I never shoulda gotten off that bus.
cottonbombs 
Hi Peter,could you run your fingers through the keyboard – is there anything for “losers”? I have had a terrible day…
I hope the alchemy of these words can turn a terrible day into a better day.
damn horror-scopes are hope
in the middle of august,
27 games out.
i like the ones that say,
“you’ll probably lose your keys today”
and then you don’t.
I read you as always, still, after last year and the collapse of Boston and the rise of St. Louis, 27 games out doesn’t sound so daunting.
Peter, your “6” days ARE “10s” for a lot of poor souls, you know! Surely to goodness, you KNOW this! Oh, I get it–you are goofing around with us again, right? Tsk,tsk.
Rose! Leave it to you to remind me of how fortunate I am to write off such a day as a ‘6’. You are absolutely right in calling me on my lack of gratitude for a day that seriously could have been nightmarishly worse. Thank you for reminding me of how lucky I have it.
LOL!! Those horror-scopes do lie sometimes. 😀
Betty! Lie? Lies are intentional. Worse, they just make it all up and expect us to follow along. We all should really get together and file a class action suit against all these so called fortune tellers.