I See...
Passing the time at another interminable temp job, I started playing around with the magic 8-ball at the receptionist's desk. It predicts a sunny year for me. Will I get a job this year? It is certain. Should I give up on the Belgians? My sources say no. Will the World Cocoa Foundation call? Yes. Will I have a boyfriend this year? Yes, definitely. The closest it got to negativity was when I asked it if my entire life was a hopeless waste of time. Answer: ask again later. Though I am perfectly aware that a plastic toy does not actually have access to the unfathomable secrets of the universe, I can't help but feel a little cheerier. The good news only applies to me though. Is the economy totally ruined? It is decidedly so.