I spent the weekend wrestling with the Devil and all I have to show for it is leftovers and a tube top. I guess I'm making this "fortune" somewhat of a regular post. I'm not sure how fortunes have evolved into statements and why at the age of 33 I still think I have to eat the cookie before I can read it, otherwise it won't come true. I wasn't feeling well enough for the show Friday night (Portugal the man), but reports told me it was a good show. I've been missing all the good shows lately.