2003-12-01 | 6:14 p.m.
trying not to be sick again, holding on for tomorrow

Dear Spammers,

No, I don't want generic viagra. Or a great rate on my mortgage. I am not considering penile enlargement options, nor am I interested in human growth hormone or vicodin. Please note the following: I don't have a penis to enlarge or engorge, I don't own a home, I am not interested in reclaiming my youth (well, not physically) and I am violently allegic to vicodin. But thanks for asking. No, wait. I mean, stop asking, thanks.

Love, Jane

In other news, I woke up with the worst headache in ages today, which I would attribute to the glass of wine and two cocktails I had last night, but the headache from hell isn't generally my hangover MO. Also, three drinks would only give me a hangover if something had been dropped in one of them. I made them myself, so I know that isn't the case. Also, the sneezing. So I think I am getting a cold. I hope it's a cold and not the flu or something awful like that. Ugh, that would suck.

What am I making for dinner tonight? Well, I'll tell you. It is blackened catfish with cornbread and broccoli. I guess broccoli doesn't really go with that, but we really like broccoli. So there. Also, more soup later this week. It's like a sick addiction.

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