Onward Hoe!

I considered it a good sign when my first desire upon waking up this morning was not to die, but instead to brush my teeth. And that, judging by the fuzz on my teeth, I had apparently slept for a good portion of the night with my mouth closed, breathing through my nose. And I don't know if the minty-cool freshness of my toothpaste had anything to do with it, but my temperature is down to 98.1!!

However, my voice is totally shot, so if you call me and I don't answer, it's because there's nobody here to talk to you for me. If you text me, though, I promise you'll get a response. And if you bring me Dunkin Donuts strawberry- or vanilla-iced, I promise I'll love you forever and always.