Seafood Port, where I would satisfy a welcome craving for shrimp: "You will soon receive an unusual gift. 2 4 31 32 46 . 21" Then, in the second cookie: "Keep your eyes open, and take advantage of the unexpected. 4 14 30 38 40 . 19" Coming as they are from the same source (and as desperate as I am for anything either unusual or unexpected—as long as it's not meant to be ingested—I'm willing to take for granted I can't afford to be picky about the "either-or", either), am I to take this advice, and in this order?

Rhetorical question, of course, but just how far I ought to take bedridden swearing? (The sweating I assume is part of the healing process.) They're like so many politicians' promises, vowing to live life to its fullest and what-not, bold and effusive when the need for them are at their utmost, only to surrender to another episode of 輪舞曲. One nagging thought I had as I recovered yesterday was, sure, excitement and adventure and really wild things are there for those who seek it, but what exactly is my motivation? Myself I am retiring quite the Jedi, and whether you be savior or sadist, you have to care enough about someone else; I simply don't. An opportunity, for example, presents itself for me to justify office adultery by proffering evidence of a philandering spouse. What do I hope to achieve with all the effort? The journey itself? A reprieve from non-existence? Becoming one of them, lowering myself to their base pursuits, just for something to do?