An icepick headache again today. Left temple. Blech. I REALLY hope we'll be able to go to Bernadette's dessert party tomorrow.
Originally, Jeffrey and I took this day off to go to what Lori calls "All-you-can-meat" in Richmond, where they would rue the day they met the likes of me. I mean, I guess that would have been today. But we'll go as soon as I get better. Please, illness, don't be something that makes me have to give up stuffing my gullet with meat, hand-carved off a sword at my table, on keep-it-coming status.