My most interesting fortune, for the record, was, "You will soon receive an unusual gift."

In bed, if you will.

Ladybird's was something along the lines of, "A man's integrity is best preserved through silence."

Indeed.

Paco's friend supposedly once had one that said, "Help! I'm trapped in a fortune cookie factory!"

Somewhere around this discussion, I came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to get any studying done for the next several hours and in fact, I didn't.

I'm actually supposed to be remedying this now, but felt obliged to pound out a journal entry first. Ah well, I didn't get as sidetracked as I could have...I didn't ramble about Amelie or the Korean blanket or dyeing Warren's hair green or how paint is glue or how Sobe is cold and overpriced and yet still addictive.

I believe I'll have a bottle for dinner. Lava, methinks.

Adieu.