The Luck of the Irish?

[xander_h__]

Right.
I go home this afternoon. The docs kept me while they were putting
my cast on; said it should come off in six weeks. They gave me
a prescription for some painkillers. Don't think I'll take those.
Not too big on the whole druggie lifestyle.

Riley phoned to see how I was, and let me know everyone was safe.
I vote next time we make it a non-lethal group activity. Movies
and ice cream sound good.
Anya came to visit just once. She doesn't--Hospitals freak her out.
She's still getting used to being human, and I don't think she quite
believes that a broken arm isn't contagious. Not to mention, I'm
in no shape to have sex. I can barely handle reading the newspaper
for the next few days.

At least I got out of that stupid hospital gown. *digs through
pockets.* What--oh, right. I had a fortune cookie in my pocket. Was
saving it for when I needed a laugh.

*cracks it open and reads*

Don't ask, don't say. Everything lies in silence.

What the heck is that supposed to mean?

*crumples paper and tosses into wastebasket*
*nibbles cookie*
Yuck. I'd rather have some of those cookies Willow baked.