I admit it.
I'm attempting to crush the economy of the United States of America.
I've been on the wagon for over three weeks.
Can you feel the weakness in the collective economic knees.
I go out to shows and only buy CDs.
I show up buzzed by some other means than alcohol.
It might be too much exercise or coffee.
It might be that I just woke up from a nap after reading for a couple hours.
Rest assured, I'm feeling fine...and I intend to crush you.
Oh ho ho!
I know and now you should know.
I have no intention to crush you or have any crushes on you.
I know because the two fortunes I got with my bag of Chinese food tonight told me so.
You see, after I ate some vegetarian egg foo young and some chicken in garlic sauce while watching The Daily Show, I went into the kitchen to rinse out the bowl from which I ate...and I saw my fortune cookies.
I saw the light shining off the wrappers that held my fortune cookies and I ripped them open and crunched those cookies like they were the 'nilla wafers you promised in that one gospel that one time.
I got those messages and now I know I'm human and I love.
"You have a strong instinct to take care of the people you love."
That's how the first one read.
I wonder why I don't exhibit this instinct very often, I thought.
The second cookie held this enigma:
"Good things come in small packages. One is coming to you."
Hope at last. I can feel well AND have some sense of anticipation of this small gift. Oh, I wonder what it will be.
Well, I don't think I'll think much about it after I post this, but I'm welcoming any small packages you might feel to gift me in return for the care that I have shown you, my loved ones.