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Today’s cosmic energy is basically HBO’s Succession, but with less money and more snack breaks. You’re reading the room like Shiv Roy at a board meeting: clocking every micro-expression as Mercury tangos awkwardly with Saturn in your “say it or stuff it” sector. News of Graham Platner’s scandal-proof Senate win has you raising an eyebrow—because, frankly, you could run a cleaner campaign with one hand in a bag of Trader Joe’s trail mix. The waning crescent moon in Aries is reminding you: sometimes it’s the behind-the-scenes crew that saves the show, not the stars who botch their lines. Venus-Jupiter means your feels want a spa day, but your schedule wants blood. So, let your inner campaign manager do the talking, but don’t forget to unplug. Your Wednesday wisdom: “Not my circus, but absolutely my clipboard.” Sometimes the messiest plotlines yield the Emmy-worthy monologues.
That was the vibe check.
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