Ugh, I want to eat feely yummy bad for me food. But as of this morning I decided I can’t do that if I am going on stage this coming Saturday. I may just call for a salad to be delivered. It’s coffe enema time. Pop in the yoga DVD, and get out my exercise exuipment that I have been neglecting.

Claudia is still sleeping. “B” is on his way over for the day together. Jacque is a sleep. I am the only person resembling life at this point.