And now I'm just pathetic

It's November in Kirksville and I have the fan on. And shorts. And a tank top. Yet, for whatever reason, when I went to get a popsicle out of the fridge, I zapped a Hot Pocket instead. Because, that's the greatest idea ever.

[For the benefit of everyone I know, I'm going to stop typing all these short posts about how crummy I feel....unless I, like, lose a lung or something.]