I'm such a wuss when I don't feel well. I don't know why. Cory says it's because I don't get sick very often, so I don't know how to handle it. He knows how to handle it - he either teases me or ignores it. :)

Today doesn't feel like I'm working. Which is probably why it feels like it should be after lunch and it isn't yet. I looked up at the clock at 10am and thought "jeez, wasn't it 11am a couple of minutes ago?"

I'm ready for lunch. Maybe I can make burritos. Mmm, salsa.