TMI

I got myself some sort of stomach virus. It has not left me in good condition. Once again, Dad is sick of me. I am sick of myself. It is something when even the thought of butter makes you sick to your stomach. I am waiting for the haze to be lifted.

I have exhausted my toilet reading. I have prayed to the patron saint of toilets. Also, the patron saint of lost causes. Surely, this is not a lost cause yet, but why take a chance? 

This blog feels empty. I am sorry. I wish I had the strength to do better.