Ouch. That Stung.

Well, I'll start this blog entry out by stating that today I was in some pretty serious pain, but not enough that a nap couldn't take it away. If only I had thought of that sooner.

I was sitting in a diner, having a nice lunch with my mom, right? I take a bite of a french fry, and all of a sudden feel something moving behind my back. I think it's something that fell, so I go to pick it up, and next thing I know it stings me. I start shouting the F-word over and over again, meanwhile mom is trying to shush me, and it hurts like fuuuu-!

As a result, I missed my back-to-school clothes shopping down at the Outlets. Hopefully we'll make it next week. I don't think we'll be going back to that diner again!

Currently I'm having difficulty deciding who my next special one will be. I like taking it day by day, stopping to smell the roses. I know he's out there somewhere, and perhaps I've already found him. You never know until the day you die. How depressing is that?