October 8, 2013
Last September I started on a new job, got my driverís license, woken up early five days a week, wrote a lot (hurrah), ate at Jollibee more times than is allowed for a reasonable adult (I donít know what I mean by this, too). I am excited and scared and anxious about a lot of things. But let me just tell you about last Sunday at the hospital: I had meatball spaghetti. Not such a juicy piece of information. But. That's what happened. I had meatball spaghetti and I liked it and I can't stop thinking about it.