Unfortunate

I went to Rock Bottom last night, where a coterie of friends had been patiently waiting for me for a few hours. I went to pull my Mug Club card, and a slip of paper from a Chinese fortune cookie slipped out of my wallet and fluttered to the floor. It was from the dinner Erica and I had at Wild Ginger on Wednesday night.

It read "Your secret desire to completely change your life will manifest."

I slept in this morning, tried to make some tea, and am now lethargically trying to justify doing something — anything, really — and failing miserably.