Oh that’s right – t’is the Dark Moon in Scorpio, always a genius time for striding about in full bitcherel mode but with stockings (you never know when you might be able to pull at the graveyard and blizzards are HOT, no?) and one’s cat one forgot to feed as too busy doing:
(a) obsessive analysis
(b) melancholy Goth style remorseful nostalgia binging
(c) compulsive fasting to become not only alkaline of bod but no longer acidic of temperament
(d) the I-Ching only you keep getting told off for asking it the same question
or (e) something intense in secret to satisfy your apparently maniacal desire for clandestine activity and to be mysterious.