Monday, Monday

Monday. Two days before the writing assessment.

No one knows how to write, yet.

Worse, however, was how bad I felt this weekend. I was so knocked out with a migraine, I was in bed most of Saturday. Yes, I slept until 4:30 Saturday afternoon.

My nutritionist wanted me to go on a no carb diet. After spending a large amount of money, I realized that no carbs is no fun and no way to live. I was dreaming about toast. And milk and fruit. I hadn't even gotten to missing potatoes and spaghetti, yet. There has to be a better way to get rid of the muffin-top. Like exercising and eating right? That's my goal.

And my principal, in a state of do goodery, realized that some of us had been left out of Cupid fun, put gift bags in our mailboxes. She's one of the good ones.