May the lord, god, whatever the hell you are of black magic bless my soul once more. I haven’t decided if i really want to personify my idea of luck yet. Sometimes I like to think about it as the gate from brotherhood. Equivalent exchange. Hmm.. I wonder if this is a sign of 8th grader syndrome. Oh well. Hopefully the odds are in my favor. I shall listen to the radio on the drive there. Kpop on the drive back. I can feel the impending doom and freedom. Lets see how this goes. LGI.