Why, yes -- yes, I am trying to make you somewhat nauseous. Whatever gave me away?
Groceries and dinner
Apparently my Ashley Wilkes snowjob isn't as opaque as I think; Mlle. Friedchips took me to Fred Meyer for groceries. I'm not a muffin-top fan. I do like the Philadelphia pizza, done calzone-style, at Signal Station. Yesterday.
(ps. I'm still weak, shakey and easily exhausted, but my chest doesn't hurt as much as it has this week.)