13-Nov-2006
I feel like death. Death, I tell you. My shoulders ache, my brain feels like oatmeal, and my throat - forget it. My face is burning up, but my hands are freezing. Also, I am cranky. You know what would make me not cranky? If someone were to bring me homemade brownies. I'm just sayin'. High maintenance and cranky do not a good match make.
At your own admission, you have a braintumor, and that will only be cured by homemade brownies. What about Pinkberry?
Jesus....will someone close by give her some freaking brownies?
Hey...that's my best compassionate attitude.
(hope you feel better)