Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over.
It's a balmy 75 degrees. Cool, light breezes. Quite the harsh winter we are having. ~wink~
Just when I thought I was getting better...I'm not. I haven't eaten for 3 days and I've lost 7 pounds. Everytime I put my head down to sleep I dream about food. It's amazing. The dreams are clear, colorful, and seem like they'd taste delish. Yesterday I dreamt of a coffee ice cream bar dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with almonds. Mmm. Today I dreamt of a bbq chicken sandwich with a side of potato salad and fries. Yum, starch city.
I feel like dying, this sickness is so awful. If this was my last day on earth, I think I'd have some really good L.A. tacos, with a side of rice and the best guac ever with chips. Oh and a root beer. And maybe that ice cream thingie for dessert. What would your last meal be?