There is this song “You don’t bring me flowers” by Barbra Streisand that I just can’t get off my head.

I think it is my sub-conscious telling me to get Karina flowers. She is sick as a dog. I think she gets to feeling better when I get home from work and then by the morning she feels so bad that she calls into work. That was Monday and then yesterday she went in and lasted until noon and the Judge sent her home. So today she did not feel any better so she called in again. I feel bad for her, and I feel bad fro me too cause I don’t know what to do for her. When I am sick which is pretty rare I load up with Garlic, Vitamin C, and a few hours extra of sleep and I get over it. With here t is a whole different ball of wax. She never breaks out and feels real good again for a long time. We should probably both be taking a good multi-vitamin but which one? With our eating habits I would say that we could take double the vitamins and it would be good.

So in the attempt to get Karina well and back up on her feet I have made a couple of trips to the grocery. She hates it when I go to the store. I leave with all the things that would have been the coolest thing to eat when you were like 6. I loved 1983. I was too young to know that the world I live in was different from the rest of you and I still had the one friend I still miss. Papa Branham. Here i am with him in 82 or 83. We had so much fun

Any way so I went to the store for vitamin c and orange juice and some cereal and 50 bucks and a basket looking more full of junk than it should I left thinking she is going to string me up fool. I bought gummy worm style pizzas that you can make and then eat and chocolate and soup in a cup that you can just pop in the zapper-wave, I bought this new strawberry limeade stuff that looked good. It was fun. What I bought that was out of character was a DIET Dr. Pepper. I heard it tasted like children’s Tylenol, which I love so I picked one up and tossed it back, yeah it is awesome I love this stuff. I know there is nothing special about hearing about my DIET soda but it is like a free pleasure. It is Diet, and it is good. It will probably make me fatter but who cares right. Have you ever noticed that people who drink diet soda seem to call that in itself a diet plan? I know this guy who I would call dangerously obese and he drinks Diet Mt Dew like it is what is going to keep him alive, and of course he wants to live forever.