I feel compelled to write, although I don't have much to say. I can tell you I haven't had caffeine in almost 2 whole weeks! Gaaah!! I mostly miss it in it's luscious form of coffee and diet coke. Ok, and mountain dew. But overall, it's not been too much of a hassle for me as I would've expected. Lately, instead of looking forward to that caffeine jolt to get me through the day, it's been looking forward to that tylenol to get me through the day. (funny sidenote: one of my clients takes caffeine as one of his meds and the other day I was tempted to ask him if I could borrow some.) Oh well. Perhaps I shall give up that for Lent. My original plan was to give up skipping class for Lent, but we all know how that's turned out (no Mike, not because I've been lazy, but because I've been sick). Ok, that's cool. So caffeine is it for Lent. But I feel like that's cheating sort of, since I've already been told by the doctor that I can't have it anyway. On the other hand, the doctor also told me that I couldn't have greasy food and Kate and I ate Rallys tonight for dinner, so I guess it's clear I'm not exactly following doctor's orders. Bygones. Caffeine it is.

I just had a dream in which Axl Rose and I were flirting and carrying on with one another in a hotel. Might I add as well that he was probably about age 23 or 24, a fresh-faced young adult with only his signature bandanna to distinguish him from any other young gentleman on the street. No tattoos, no unkempt, unwashed hair, no drugs coursing through his sweet veins. Just the picture of innocence, my friend.

Now, I realize this is not the Axl we know and love the most, but I must say, if this was what he really looked like in his early twenties (and I have no idea because I don't believe I've ever seen a picture of him that young), then I'll certainly take it. He was cute. Of course, he was also made up by my subconcious so no wonder. You know me...no ugly people in my dreams, that's just the rule.

Well I must say, this has been about the worst week of my life. Between being sick and having so much to do for classes, I think I'd just like to lay down and die. But instead I'll say this: Kate and Bob, thanks for putting up with my sick ass, you're the best and I am in your debt. But hey, at least I'm not having any stomach problems for the time being so Kate hasn't had to witness an impromptu pukefest outside of Yogi's (or any other public establishment for that matter) or make a late night run to get me pepto bismol (tylenol instead:P).