May 15, 2004 19:20
...or rather, it feels like I'm eating broken glass. Which is actually kind of close to the truth, since the ice chips I so love actually look a bit like it.
I'm alive; though I think we'll have to postpone the ice cream party because really. You guys don't want to see me, and I'd probably puke on you if you came by. But supposedly after today, I'll be in champion shape, comparatively. But thanks for all the concern, you guys are marvelous.