The stars are out, but I don’t want to go look at them. I want to stay in bed and sleep. I can’t do that, either. I have a small confession to make: I have broken my cell phone, and I don’t really know how to tell my husband. Phones that are sold by our service provider are $300 and up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I have to do something soon. Maybe this is one of those things that I shouldn’t keep it all to myself? How mad can he get at me? The phone broke on an accident. It’s not like I slammed it into the wall or something.

I’m still not recovered from my illness. I still have bouts of vomiting, followed by nausea and then more vomiting. I have a huge lab to finish tomorrow, and I’m not looking forward to that. I just want everything to be ok again. Can I have just that?