Today, something unique happened. I got a rerun fortune cookie fortune. For the second time I got, "You will be successful in the field of computer technology."
Just for once I would like to see these Confucius tainted stale pastries doubt themselves and add some sort of retraction like, "You'll be a great programmer...oh wait...girls like you! Never mind."
But then my imagination would add another message on the back like: "But don't worry they all want to be your sister. Or at your age - see you as a gentle grandfather that can live legally within school zone limits. "
Still, getting older is something I'm good at and I don't mind it. Although, I'm having flashbacks of J Alfred Prufrock's Long Song where instead of eating a peach, I made a hot cup of Ovaltine. My youthful standard is a hot cup of strawberry Quik. (All non-believers say, "GROAN.") That choice made me ask if there were any nearby children to yell off my lawn.
Sigh. I really wish I didn't have to sleep. I would like to sit here and type for a while. But I'm very close to embarrassing myself again. That's another proud skill of mine. Besides I have to be successful in the field of computer technology tomorrow.
