Came home to a pitch black house. Went upstairs, hopeful after a night of tension and fights between good friends. One light on in the whole house...highlighting the living room coffee table. There's a fortune from my fortune cookie (that I forgot to eat last night) sitting in the middle of the table. It says: 'you are goning to take a vacation' (spelling error as reads from the slip of paper.) see you when I get back from the beach, I leave friday morning. Later gator.