I notice that lately I haven't reminded everyone that I WANT A BOY.

You know what's not fun? Being woken up in the middle of the night by excruciating pain in one's calf! Damn you charlie horse.. I thought I had escaped your wrath. And then going back to sleep and not remembering that it even happened until the next day when you wonder why you can't walk properly.

Most of last weekend's major causes of stress have been sorting themselves out. Except for one giant glaring wound which I fear will never heal itself.

2 essays down, 3 to go.