Thursday, October 4, 2007

Week 8 Not So Great

Page told me that by week 8 was I'd be feeling the worst. Though I tried to refute her claims, I am forced to admit that she was right (i.e. strong-hold nausea, insomnia, lock-jaw, dry skin, irritable chest bumps, general lack of spirit, extremely angry bladder and an annoyingly itchy hornet bite from Monday afternoon.) Yesterday, while trying to rid myself of a mild hydration, I desperately reached for a cup of water on my kitchen counter only to discover--in my mouth--that it was Chup's salt water rinse for his recent dental surgery. It was a devastating mistake.

Chup is going to take me to this movie tonight. Will it be good enough to take my mind of the current situation?

That is the question.