As you take one last look at your eyelid in the mirror, you spy a copy of a savory women's magazine on your coffee teacup.  You decide to read your date's horoscope for today.  "Beware, Mercury is in retrograde.  You will find yourself rollerskating at work, but don't fly off the twig.  You could lose your rocket.  You are in the large mood to take beautiful chances in your freezing life, but not until Venus realigns with its diploma.  Due to the peppy rach on your butt, your love life is in the screen for the next three months.  A bumbpy person will come into your life and change your ferret.  Resist the urge to call Riggs for help.  You're bound to be fondly disappointed and repeatedly depressed."  Maybe this date wasn't such a filthy idea.