Cake.

I just ate a few bites of chocolate cake. I hated it, but I kept eating it anyway and now I feel sick. Don't worry, I'll bring you the rest.

Sick day.

I was sick all yesterday with a nasty cold. With no TV to entertain me, I was left to finish the book for this weekend's book club meeting, "Norwegian Wood." Two words: bor. ing. Although I finished it, I can't say I enjoyed it much. Nor did I enjoy the other book I read by this same author, that was also about a mysterious woman and the man who is obsessed with her. Okay, I get it already.

Homies.

I love my Homies. I've got a few of them here at work. I can pretend like I'm having a miniature family reunion at southside park. Except I'm really in an office, with a bunch of white people and there's no fruit punch, or bbq'ed corn on the cob. Once at Carolina's I got a small bag of plastic chihuahuas out of their Homies machine. It was really kind of magical.

Be nice to me.

I gave blood today. Really, this time it worked. No pierced nerves, no skin-clogged needles and hardly any discomfort. But there was that part at the end where they pinch off the tube and there was this really creepy pressure sensation on my vein and I thought my vein would burst. But it didn't.

I'm thoroughly okay and I saved three lives in the process.