Things I do more often than is really good for me: wander the earth in search of omens.

Far, far too late at night tonight, after a bit of the ol' Screw Top Blush™, I found myself in a parking lot. I was running an errand hours overdue, with my mind too far from all the reasons why. (Doesn't matter, just do it.)

Stepping out of the car, I stooped to the ground. Again, and again, and again.

Four pennies found. All heads up, save for the shiniest, the glint that initially caught my eye.

That's one fuckload o' luck to just throw away.