Brandon and I ate at a Chinese restaurant last night (and just so you know, they were delicious). When we got our fortune cookies, Brandon opened his and immediately started complaining about how there are never real fortunes in the cookies. He was going to open his own company and make real fortune cookies that actually predict something. Before he was even done with his rant, I opened my cookie, which read, "You are a lover of words, and will write a book someday." Maybe I will...