*Update*: I didn't win $10 million. Poopie.
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I was waiting for the perfect moment to come along where I would buy a lottery ticket and hope for the best. What I was waiting for was the fuzzy feeling in my stomach, where it just felt absolutely right to spend $6 on a lottery ticket. However, that's not how this went down!
I walked into the Mac's store to get a slurpee with the roommate and out of nowhere, at the counter, I ask "I want a lottery ticket." Just like that - not fuzzy feeling, not this-is-the-right-moment, nothing! Of course, I want to choose my numbers, I tell her. So, I have the choice of 649 or Lotto Max, and decide that Lotto Max will do. I walk to the lottery counter and notice that Lotto Max does SEVEN numbers - yes, that's my lucky number if you don't know already. So I proceed by filling in all numbers that are multiples of 7, including 7 itself.
And now, I wait. $10,000,000 could be mine (or they could be for someone else that has been playing that lottery for years!) However, if I don't win this time around, then that's it. No more gambling for me.
I shall bid you all adieu now as I wait for my flight to C-town.
Love,
Lady S.
