I don’t want to eat spaghetti for dinner, but that’s all there is. I’ve had italian type food every day this week and I am sick of it. Grr.
Anyway, at least I know I’m getting a spiffy Feast gift from Nick. He won’t tell me what it is, but he’s ordered it and it might even make it here before we leave for the feast.
In other news, I really think that I have killed my wrist this time. It hurts…more than any other time before…and only feels happy when ensconced in it’s big ol brace. *sigh*