i'm sick.
i hate being sick.
i hate feeling like i'm running in slo-mo.
at least my nose is not a faucet. that is the worse.

I can't wait to get out of here.
I'm thinking of flying stand-by on wednesday if i can...
screw the ECC mtg.
stupid, over-developed sense of responsibility.

pies...they are my next field for conquest.
words are not enough to describe the marvelous dining experiences from the weekend.
i met someone who grinds her own flour. tempting...