Divine Intervention

There is a God, and he/she/it is speaking to me through fortune cookies.

For the last week I have been (and still am to a certain degree) in the foulest funk of a bad mood. You know, that deliciously juicy angst that you can just bathe in, like you felt back in high school when you saw your dream girl kissing another guy? Anyways, last night I recieved, in the form of a fortune cookie slip, some desperately-needed reassurance that it's ok to freak out from time to time:

"Smile when you are ready."