For lunch I chose the bad Chinese food vendor over the bad pasta vendor. My internals are beginning to convince the brain that this was a bad idea. There are hours until I can deal with this regally. [read: upon my proper throne]

On the plus side, I received a “Get out of grizzly bear free” card in my cookie. Today’s fortune:

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.

“Hey, Mrs. Bear, I wasn’t trying to get between you and your cubs or your honeycombs or your dumpster, or whatever seems to upset you so much. I’m just trying to understand you, man.”