Mama Mia

I want to eat Italian food so bad. Garlic bread, spaghetti and meatballs, antipasto salad. Big fat chianti. That is what I want so bad. Heads of roasted garlic. Oh god. I am going to make myself cry.

Otherwise, still feeling good. Erica called and is worried I might have something called C. Dificile, which is apparently a terrible intestinal malady evidenced by mucus in your, well, you get the picture. Lets hope I don't have that.