1450 days to go. 1 out of 7?!

I never buy lotto tickets. I'd much rather save my money for shoes, which are always a sure thing. But for whatever reason, starting on Wednesday, some psychic voice in my head told me I had to buy a ticket for tonight's LottoMax draw. I ignored the voice until today, when I got a junk email urging me to buy a ticket. At that point I thought, "Well, hey - if I've been reminded twice, I've got to buy a ticket." So I did.

I went for a walk tonight to escape the heat of my apartment, and checked the LottoMax numbers on my iPhone - no big winner, but one winner of $150,000 for getting 6 out of 7 numbers in Vancouver. I didn't have my ticket with me, but I decided it was definitely me, and hurried home to check - no, confirm - that I was the winner.

Nope. I got 1. 1 out of 7. So much for the psychic voices. I think I'll go back to saving for shoes.