I got myself a fortune cookie for each day of the week

Monday: Apparently, my graceful qualities make difficult things seem easy. Sounds more like a statement than a fortune, and not particularly true for myself, age 21. Perhaps it's in my future. If I had a wallet I'd save it in there for then, when (hopefully) it will be uncanny, too true.

Conveniently, draft autosaved at 7:11 PM.

Plates and cups are big these days but they can't be that big, and even all you can eat closes before, or sometime not too late after midnight. Cigars don't really last all that much longer when you snip them in half and smoke twice. Hot water turns cold and rivers run dry (or flood). The biggest books have only one last page.

"Ah, all good things..." he said, only implying the rest, leaving unsaid, "...must come to an end." Whether referring to the plate of onion bhajias or whatever else, I couldn't agree more. But it's true about bad things too. All bad things do too. Come to an end, I mean. And so everything, especially comedy, especially tragedy, especially everything, has got to be about timing--the last of the zig-zagging five dub-yaws.