January 17th, 2007

So, I've been sick the last couple of days. I tried to eat a piece of toast, but couldn't keep it down. My diet is all warm water (not even tea) and broth. But I felt a smidge better today, so L decided I should accompany him and his family for supper this evening. Needless to say, it was sheer torture. Almond chicken. Shrimp fried rice. Crab Rangoon. Sigh. At least they didn't order the Ginger Beef, which is my favorite. I sat and smelled for the entire hour, with only a bit of steamed white rice to console me. To make matters worse, L continually tempted me:

"I'm sure you could try one noodle."

"Just try the onion."

"Have one almond."

But I successfully resisted his evil suggestions, and only feel slightly horrible for the few chopstick-fulls of rice I ate.

But, at the end of the evening, after having survived the whole ordeal I had one rather interesting experience.

My forture cookie (which, of course, I could not eat, but nibbled at simply because I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to taste something...anything) read:

Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you.

So, dear readers, on January 17th, 2007, watch for a post detailing the wonderous good luck that will befall me.

I'm not usually superstitious...or at least not too, too often...but I have a feeling that if something good happens on that day, it'll be eerie and exciting. And if nothing good happens on that day, the ensuing cynicism should at least be an interesting read for you.