Coconut juice is tasty

Going on month two of this constant and daily fibro flare, complete with mild daily fibro fog. Hurrah.

Adam is going to New York City tomorrow. He should be home Thursday. I love when he goes to New York City. He always tries to bring home bagels or pizza, or both.
I miss my home state.

I have nothing exciting or upsetting to report. I suppose that is good.

I have dreams in which wonderful things happen, but I never think they will actually happen. I really do wish I had precognition.

My mother's birthday was yesterday. I guarantee she will still look young the next time I see her.

Adam just gave me a shot of vodka to help dull the pain. It may or may not work.

I want to feel happier.