[[groovy musics: wm. hung]]
6:45 p.m. // 20 February 2004
I made a bunch of fake MegaMillyuns tickets at work and they made Hunter really nervous. He's superstitious because if my numbers "win," I will be crushed by regret. I told Hunter if I win, the prize is 230 million slips of scrap paper.
I think this is funny because this is my way of showing how stupid lotteries are. Even though I sent Dalton off with a dollar to the corner store.