This post isn't necessarily related to the post that precedes it, but I suppose it could be interpreted that way.
Last week, J.C. and I were watching TV when...
Well, how about I write it out as a short play:
[Man and woman sit on couch, watching television. The digital clock nearby reads 11:11.]
Her: It's 11:11. Make a wish.
[She closes her eyes, then opens them.]
Her: Wait a minute. What were you wishing for?
Him: I thought it's bad luck to say.
Her: I'm just saying: If you were over there wishing, "Let the Big Toe Review publish my story. Please," while I was wishing to win the Lotto, and then you get your wish instead of me getting mine...well, just so you know, you'd be screwing us both.
Him:
Her: That better not have been what you were wishing for.
Him:
Her: Seriously.
[End scene.]
8.23.2008
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