how i make major decisions.

today my magic eight ball yoda said that i will be accepted to grad school. actually, what he said was: yes. and he didn't say it so much as that's what turned up in his blue, liquidy underside. i hope he's right.

he wasn't sure whether alvin and i will ever get divorced. that's ok. i ask yoda some difficult questions*, and i don't expect him to know everything. (though he did correctly predict that we would be married.)

and no, there's no reason we would get divorced right now. maybe later. and only if yoda says so.

*yoda just predicted that the dog that screams incessantly might possibly meet an untimely death as a result of the incessant screaming. yoda also said it would not be my fault.