Good News

Good news. Emi consulted her Magic Eight Ball to see if I was going to get into grad school, and it said that it was decidedly so. I know it wouldn't lie because yesterday I drank a bottle of Jones Soda, and the fortune under the cap said I was in for a plesant surprise soon. Sure enough, later that day, Emi got the internship she's been wanting for months. So I'm set. No worries.