(Can you feel that?)
(Ah shit)
Ooh wah ah ah ah!
Ooh wah ah ah ah!
ohh ohh, ohh ohh

Yes, this week, I have been down with the sickness. I don't know what hit me, but it ran my ass over. A few day later and a few pounds lighter... I'm feeling much better.

Since I didn't feel up to doing much the past few days, I played me some Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas. I've really, really been enjoying it. Don't worry though, my peeps... the thug life is not for me. Although I was momentarily pondering a life of crime and bitches, I snapped out of it and made some Earl Grey tea.

The highlight of my day has been painting my toenails. (Sometimes, it's the little things) I painted them a sparkly plum color. I've really been into those white-trash, toe stickers lately. So I added some sparkly flowers (flowers that are, as of yet, unknown botanical specimens) and now I feel pretty and girlie.

Grace is sitting next to me. She's eating my snap peas. (Who knew, right?) She seems to love them. That's really is cool and all, except she won't eat the fattening foods that she needs to look like a normal baby. Her doctor was mildly concerned that Grace is extremely tall, yet underweight for her size. She hasn't even gained two pounds in 8 months. I think she would be chubby, if she wasn't growing so fast. Where the hell is she getting this height thing from, anyway? If she wasn't so much like me, I'd suspect that she was switched at birth. Oh well, so she's tall and skinny. There's worse things, right?