Sick and Wrong
Two things I hate to admit being: sick and wrong. I know I’ve been griping on and off about a cold for the last week, but it hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday. I woke up Sunday morning at 4 am feeling like Oprah, Steadman AND Gail were all sitting on my chest. “Hey, let’s sit on her!” I’d like to quash any beliefs that I am always sick or that it has anything to do with the fact that I don’t eat meat or much... Read More
