I didn't get a fortune in my fortune cookie at Pierce tonight. What does that mean? My personal theory: I'm going to die of hypothermia walking home tonight, so the cookie decided it wasn't worth its time to give me a fortune. Hmm, maybe I'll take the bus back.
A Cool Web of Language
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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