Feb 20, 2010 15:06
Last Thursday, I dreamed that I won $43 million in the lottery. I worked late that day, and stopped off to buy milk from the Metro on my way home.
"You playing Max?" asked the cashier.
"The lottery?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "It's up to $42 million."
Okay, I thought. The universe is trying to communicate with me, or something. I made a further stop at the local convenience store and bought a Lotto Max ticket for last night's draw.
I didn't get a single number. The universe is a jerk.
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