they gave me two, incorrectly assuming that no single person could polish off one of their entrees alone. i psycho-karmically assigned one to brian and opened it up last night:
“others look up to you.”
mine, of course, is up above and i opened it this morning just after giving what i think was my first injection to ttyki (assuming i didn’t just shoot it into her remaining neck fur) just before pulling the cap back off to doublecheck that the insulin wasn’t still in the syringe, bending the needle while taking the cap off, putting the cap back on as the needle penetrated its side, and sticking the needle into my own finger. i think my blood sugar might be dropping. thank goodness i ate that fortune cookie.
so anyway... the fortunes are all about injections, it seems. or maybe it’s telling me to support the ALF. or play the lottery. or bomb a clinic. or beat some sense into a panhandler.