I ate lunch with some relatives at a Chinese restaurant. At the end of the meal, we got fortune cookies. My fortune cookie was the only one that had no fortune. Inside the wrapper, the cookie was already cracked, and there was no fortune in it. I interpreted this as an ominous sign. A bad omen. Illness? Death? I don't know. But it's scary.
I've been watching a lot of stand-up comedy videos on Netflix. Because that's the most logical thing to do while I edit pictures on Photoshop. I still find it tough getting the skin tones to look right. If only I could take a skin sample from everybody, so that I could match it up to what I'm seeing on my monitor. It's especially tricky when the people have been drinking, and it's been affecting their complexion. Was this guy really this red? Was he that drunk? Was I so drunk that I can't remember these details?
My photographer eye is bigger than my left eye. I just noticed the other day. I looked in the mirror, and thought it looked weird. I should get glasses that account for this difference in eye sizes.
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