You’ll be awakened Wednesday by jackhammer-like pains in your skull, which will turn out to be a singularly apt simile.
Friends will marvel at your transformation from a dumpy stay-at-home into the Italian Baroque-style Saengre Theater, New Orleans’ premier venue for classical concerts and Broadway musicals.
You’re growing tired of the same routine week in and week out, but, hey, that’s a three- to nine-year counterfeiting sentence for you.
When your worst enemy meets her demise under the wheels of a cement truck, you’ll be happy you made the effort of enlisting 16 people to help get it into her bedroom.
It turns out that “different” may be followed by “than” as long as the word introduces a clause, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it.
The discovery of long-lost aviatrix Amelia Earhart will leave you with a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
You’re honestly trying to rid yourself of preconceived ideas, but it seems to be slowing down your day-to-day life.
Sometimes it feels like true happiness slipped past you in an instant. In reality, it crept by slowly, taking extreme care not to be seen.
You should explore new conversational tactics. Trapping people in a pincer formation of battle tanks is proving socially awkward.
You won’t be acting especially smug when it happens, but a 100-mile-per-hour sandstorm will still wipe that smile right off your face.
It will be difficult to persuade people to listen to your arguments, but you’re profoundly certain that there are things a Klingon commander would simply never say.
There’s an adage that says it’s better to be a live jackal than a dead lion, but it still comes as a surprise that those are your only choices.
