My fortune from last night’s Chinese food:
Maybe I’ll do National Novel Writing Month this year and finally write that Great Canadian Novel that has long dwelled in my mind.
Or maybe I should be insulted because the fortune is implying I’m not already an accomplished writer, when I’m sure I could pay several people right now to insist I am!
Or perhaps I’ll play those six numbers, win the lottery and find inspiration in my newfound riches, and become an accomplished writer once the financial pressures of life are gone.
So many possibilities, such a tiny piece of paper.
The Chinese food was not bad, either.
