My fortune cookie yesterday said, “Do something unusual tomorrow.” It wasn’t the voices in my head that told me, or my alarm clock talking to me. Honest. So today I tried. I tried to join a co-operative commune. I tried to buy a shotgun. I walked around in a t-shirt emblazoned with the flag of a country that some people might claim had won a war against the US. I bought girl-scout cookies. None of these things feel unusual enough. I still have a few hours left. Oh things would be different if they’d sold me that shotgun. I’d be doing something unusual with it in the AT&T office. Unusual for me at least, if not for postal workers.