i did not have a heart attack.

wow my forehead is tan. the rest of me is still the same old casper the friendly ghost shade. 

yesterday i did noting the whole day. I dead-headed my begonias and then almost dead-headed myself. 

When I was in San Diego, I went to take a picture of the Shout House for my dear friend sister-christer. A group of mildly attractive men came out and yelled "where is that little hobbit", and instinctively I said "right here". They laughed. Were they laughing because i DO look like a hobbit, or because it was such a outlandish statement? 

I have nothing to do for 2 weeks. I'm not even going to try to think of things to do. Maybe I will do a social experiment about not being social.

Watching Tyra right now. It's all preggers ladies asking uncomfortable questions and Tyra throwing in her stupid two cents. Are these women being paid to ask these? Why on earth would they embarrass themselves like this? Haven't you heard of WebMD, stupids? Whenever I have a question about my pregnancy, that's where I go. It's also where KHood went when I woke up in the middle of the night with deathly pains: Costochondritis, not a heart attack, thank you very much!