So I was like, ugh my life is so messed up. I’ve been going through crazy tough times, and I was laughing with my mom on the phone yesterday (finally, I truly laughed) and she says this and says write it down, that’s good. As if she or I haven’t had another million one-liners that aren’t, but we don’t record ourselves, and, as I need any light I can right now, I did write it down. Anyhoo, ate Chinese tonight. Surprise! I ate…Chinese. I hate fortune cookies but I had to crack one in my desperate state, and it said this. English aside…should I take it as a sign of something great, or just use it as a reminder to stop beating myself up so much because I am only beating myself? I think I have a good shot at a full night’s sleep tonight.