Millions for billions

I was reading some horoscopes online, and somehow, they seem terribly accurate.  The description of my personality seems dead on, and the forecast of my mood for July is freakily close to reality.  Maybe there is some sort of higher power after all.  Perhaps the stars can determine my identity and actions.  Who knows, eh?
 
Alright, don't feel like writing anything requiring a brain now.  I think I'll just mutter incoherently a bit about random things.  It's really hard to discern patterns just from a bunch of numbers.  I was never good at it in school, and I'm not good at it at work now.  I have to strain really hard to envisage the line graphs and overlay them to compare trends.  There has to be an easier way to do this.  I don't think I can survive doing it for another couple thousand or so sets of tables.  I don't like math.  One of those things I figure I can always find people to do.  It's like lawyers.  I was just thinking about how much money lawyers make, and how the market clearly fails to correct for the spectacular supernormal profits these big law firms reap.  But hey, I don't want to be a lawyer, I want to be one of those guys keeping the corporate law departments of major law firms really busy.  Pay millions to save billions.  That's the way to go.  Why quibble over small money when there's so much cash flying around in the world?  All I need now is to figure out how to catch some of it.  That seems simultaneously the simplest thing in the world and the hardest.  After all, rich people aren't smarter than me.  I haven't met too many people smarter than me, and none of them are particularly rich.  So I'm definitely qualified.  But being qualified doesn't quite cut it.  Still have to find out the address to mail the application to.  Somehow I doubt the path I lay out before me will take me where I want to go.  Yet it seems the only path that is reasonable and considered.  Sigh, I think I need to strike the lottery and win a hundred million dollars after tax or something.  Now there's a plan.
 
Argh, tired as hell, and I still have to work tomorrow morning.  Everything just seems a little less worthwhile these days.  Nothing seems quite as interesting, and some things just a little less real than I thought.  Depth is something difficult to judge, it seems.  And I appear to be a poor judge anyway.  The darkest shadow may hold nothing more than the shallowest of pools.  Do not mistake a ripple for a wave, or a trick of the light for a ripple.  I think it is time to close my eyes and shut out the deceitful vagaries of the world.  I shall no longer expect, and so no longer feel disappointment, only a mild, bland sort of content.
 
I know I'm tired when my thoughts spill without any attempt to control and shape the stream of fluid into some sort of coherence.  Time to rest.