Taurus

Of course you'll never admit it, but you're at last tired of being Florence Nightingale, selflessly attending to the helpless and the weak, who are limping in from the battlefield and dirtying up your pretty little petticoats. Since you'll conceal your resentment of the role you're playing, you'll need to admit, at least to yourself, the need to climb up onto the roof in your pajamas and scream your lungs out. Of course, you would never do this because the neighbors would see, and therein lies your problemo. Are you starting to see where the adjustments need to be made? If not, wait until the next quarter moon, if you can deal with your own impatience. Of course, that will never happen, so it's back to "stick out your tongue and say, 'ah," Florence.