Ah Sunday, you know what that means: Let's go Giants. Though I'm sure I'm about to be frustrated by another perplexing performance, I hold out strong hope for a victory.
Get this: no cookies yesterday. I know right? What is this delay nonsense? Well, Aunt Pat made cupcakes and, yeah, they were a much easier alternative to actually physically making said cookies ...and unbelievably delicious. Therefore, the delay is okay.
I've been waking up quite early, probably due to going to sleep earlier and just the struggles of sleeping with all the physical stuff going on. Waking up early does make one feel like he or she could be quite productive; I mean I crank out the blog nice and early and then have 14 hours to think about doing my schoolwork. Kidding! I've started no worries - gettin' that diploma. Plus, daytime TV...woof.
And so we enter into the medical isolation phase. Blood counts should be about ready to drop, and I've got to remain really careful to stay away from any kind of sickness - even the sniffles. Also have to be really careful about what I eat - frozen dinners on deck, Tombstone pizzas, and I'm thinking Pop-Tarts. Aw yeah.