I put on my 1950s style little black dress and a pair of sassy red heels, and I went to that wedding.
Not because I hardly even knew my cousin and her soon-to-be husband. 1,337 more words
I’m craving sugar and caffeine and I’m angry at the world. Possibly, these two things are related.
The rheumatologist today told me (in the sweetest way possible; he was a really nice guy–but, still) that I wasn’t his problem, and probably if I waited it would all go away. 1,050 more words