*cough cough*

Costochondritis, how I loathe thee. You just have to come back without any warning and for no medial reason other than a single cough, don't you?

Now my chest hurts.

German Dinner - 11/21

Monika, Jane says, asks for the most random things. I have to agree to a point. Burlap sacks, miniature explosion-making things (now identified as poppers), rakes, a scythe, gum boots. Granted, they all have to do with the dinner that's coming up. I'm looking forward to it: it seems like it's going to be a lot of fun.