Thursday's chill sent us shuffling to chinese food yesterday afternoon. As you've all heard descriptions of this place more times than you can count I will simply tell you our fortunes, hidden inside of three small, stale cookies:
Karina: Every friend joys in your success
Me: You never hesitate to tackle the most difficult problems
Kate (after finishing her entire cookie): Beauty in its various forms appeals to you.
That last one left us with something to think over: varying forms? all its various? botchy language can be quite the puzzle. And these, such crap fortunes, are a sad sum of the mediocrity of yesterday's lunch.