For Boston

I hope you can see this.

He's doing it as hard as he can.



Morons.

That is all I have to say about that.





So I didn't eat any real food until dinner today. I munched on freakin' cheezits (the green Tabasco flavored ones). Maybe that had something to do with feeling like I was going to faint after I finished cleaning the house. I doubt it, though. The fatigue seems like it's so random. Taking my vitamins, eating right, resting when I feel like I need to, exercising when I feel like I can. None of it seems to matter. I wasn't even taking my vitamins when I was feeling really good for those two weeks. Nor was I taking it easy. In fact, I was so thrilled to be feeling so good for so long that I was pushing myself more and more activity-wise each day. I guess I'll go back to taking my vitamins and making sure I eat real food during the day, because even if I don't feel the effects, taking care of myself can't possibly hurt anything. I would wait and see if it makes me feel better in a few days, but I think getting over the worst of Aunt Flo would have a lot more to do with it.

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My little nephew picked up my sister's phone and told her to call me today. He left me the cutest message. Something about giving me a cracker. I accidentally erased it. Crap.


Also,

Good night.