I dragged myself out of bed around 7, groggy as hell. Got ready, but I couldn't find my damn wallet. Sonuva. I decided to go without it. I got to work, did my thing, then I went on break. As I walked by the student lounge (I work in a university) I realized just how damn thirsty I was. But I left my wallet. Instinctively, I reached into my pocket (which by all rights should have been empty as I'd washed my pants the night before) when what should I find but two bucks and some change. Yay me! So I wandered over to the vending machine to get some gum, but my favorite kind was sold out. Bummer. I bought a bag of pretzels instead. When I reached into the hopper for 'em my fingers brushed two rectangular objects. Yup, two packs of Double Mint bliss. Feeling rather full of myself, I sashayed over to the coke machine and made my selection. Two bottles rolled out. Hot damn! Not knowing what to do with the spare, I settled down next to a cute girl and offered it to her. We chatted the rest of my break and she slipped me her digits.
Yes, I'm gloating, and yes, I am the luckiest man on earth. I've got one magic dollar left and I'm buying a lotto ticket. When next I write it'll be from the grotto of my mansion.