dear keebler cookies diary,
i should call the cookie man today since i had a dream about him last night. he bought me a lottery ticket, one of those really stupid complicated scratch off kind, and for some reason i got all fucked up on it and ended up scratching it off all wrong and i got all upset and flustered and keebler snatched it from me and put it in his lotto machine and checked it at it was a big winner. i split it with him and somehow we were to split- thirteen fifty dollar bills, one twenty, one ten, and three ones.keebler could just have $341 or i'd have to get change prolly. used to be- whenever keebler would call me or stop by my house out of the blue, i would get a run of good luck. with today being my favorite day and all, i wouldn't mind if that happened again. but that means i'd have to get up and leave the house at some point today and i dunno if i'm ready. i suppose i could get ready.
