The Sweet Life

I went home for a long weekend and soaked up a lot of sun and ate quite a bit of food, though that was a rocky start. My first choice was Ninfas , and the location we drove to was closed (looks like for good), and my second choice was closed until dinner. My third choice, Landry's , was open, so we went there. It took some driving around, and I was starving by the time I got there, but as always, it was a nice experience. I didn't get any food shots (did I mention I was starving when I got there?), but I did get a pretty good shot of the mural on the back wall. Although I didn't do anything really exciting (a trip to Wal-mart is exciting enough for me, since I don't have access here in the city), I enjoyed my time with my parents, eating, relaxing, sleeping in a real, but narrow bed, and the complete silence that is the suburbs. It was so quiet my ears hurt! Mom cooked a really great dinner Sunday night, but she wouldn't let me take photos of the cornbread. W

I've spent the past three nights in a fever, cold sweat, chills, tangled sheets. Not nights of passion, but nights of pneumonia, the walking kind. Which is kinda ironic considering I couldn't sit up, let alone stand up for more than 2 minutes at a time (propped up on three pillows mind you). It hit me Monday evening, when my lungs started hurting at work, and I woke up Tuesday feeling pretty bad. Now that I'm on the mend ( actually drank my first glass of cold water today!), all I want to do is eat (though my taste is still a bit "off"), and stay away from orange Gatorade and tacos. When this girl is sick, she just wants her mother and when she doesn't have that, she channels her and begins to think like her. For instance: Tuesday morning I wake up with a fever and decide to go to the doctor. I come home, get out of the cab, drop off my prescripts at Walgreens, go to the store to get food, pick up meds (at this time, I'm ready to drop into a grave, I