Due to a rare conjunction of three potato-shaped asteroids in your astrological House of Productive and Forgivable Gaffes, you have cosmic license to make a lot of really cool mistakes. I've gathered some witty remarks you can invoke to disarm anyone who might be critical of your messy experiments: (1) "You're just jealous because the little voices are talking to me and not to you." (2) "When I have to choose between two evils, I enjoy picking the one I've never tried before." (3) "Do you have a clear conscience? A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory." (4) "I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it."
Hrm. This feels more cliche than his usual stuff to me. Maybe that's a sign of me having a bad memory ;-)
I drove through a cloud today. It enveloped the Golden Gate Bridge. When I left the lush green hills of Marin County, the day was sunny. When I arrived in the lush urban mesh of San Francisco, the day was sunny. But in between I crept through thick white haze. I could barely see, and had to turn on my headlights and slow down. But there was no danger. I didn't erupt with anxiety. And in a few minutes I had moved through it. Let my experience serve as a metaphor for your week, Leo. It's like you've just gotten on a passageway that will take you from a soft lushness to a harder lushness, and on the way you'll have to navigate almost blindly.
Hrm. Also with the "do your time, make some mistakes" vibe. Fair enough.