Yesterday, during my sandwich creating process, I saw a very strange thing. As I drew my hand ouf of the plastic bag of the prewashed spinach, I saw a thin, greenish line. I picked at it, uncertainly, half-expecting it to be a strand of leprechaun hair. In fact, it was a clover.
A three leaf clover in my prewashed spinach. Wonderful.
The closest feeling? Getting rejected from Iowa. Sure, if it was a four leaf, I would have taken it as a sign that I would get accepted from Irvine. But as it stands, no luck, no news.
No sanity.
