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Horoscope for the week of November 5, 2003

Your insistence on doing things for yourself is admirable, but bystanders have been trying to help you up off the sidewalk for two hours now.


Your foolproof plan to rob the biggest bank in town goes sour when you overestimate your friends’ loyalty, trust the wrong woman, and oversleep.

You’ll be banned from both the rock and the shipping scenes after a newspaper feature exposes your hideous double life as a guitarist and Mail Boxes Etc. clerk.

You’ve often speculated on what other useful implements Captain Hook could have equipped, and you’ll soon have the opportunity to marry thought to action.

When choosing an autumnal flower arrangement, consider the cooler blues of cornflowers or chicory, as well as the traditional warmer fall colors, you sissy.

Half the battle is knowing when to give up. This is a special new saying the stars coined with just you in mind.

Technology will once again surpass you when you use coherent light to illustrate points in your incoherent presentation.

The beard does give you an air of evil, but it’s the evil of neglect, not the evil of strength.

You hadn’t wanted to live out your parents’ dreams, but since they’re the kind of dreams where you live in effortless luxury, it’s no big deal, really.

You’ve certainly robbed the cradle this time, so that six-state FBI search for you and the baby is entirely justified.

A financial windfall means that you’re not only able to speak your mind to the world, but also able to hire “Macho Man” Randy Savage to do it for you.

The stars would like to thank you for supplying vital comic relief, but you’re being killed off in order to add another audience-identification character.