Hungry. So hungry. I want to punch something. Then eat it.
I booked a flight to Chicago for March. After hitting SUBMIT, I immediately got that nervous “I hate flying” feeling I get when I fly. I hate flying. I hate it a lot.
My daughter is THIS CLOSE to laughing. She’s almost there. I tickle her feet and make silly faces and talk to her in dumb voices. But still no audible baby giggles. Big baby smiles, but no laughing. I can’t wait to hear her laugh. Maybe I need a new schtick.
I have a headache. Probably from not having caffeine. Fasting sucks. I’m daydreaming about food.
I can’t even.

