I've started this post like 5 times. (Could I have typed that without "like?" Yeah, but it wouldn't be true-to-Anna.) I must be under the impression you guys are as eager to read what I have to say right now as I am to type and publish it.
Anyway I was super sick three weeks ago. Like was sleeping 20 hrs a day and couldn't breathe/eat normally. It's cool. I survived. I called Grandma and got her albondigas recipe and it really pulled me through. I kinda wanna say it was swine flu just to top that with "I beat it."
(old stuff) So the Yankees are playing in some big game today and I've been a bigger baseball fan these last few weeks than I have in my whole life. For a while I was thinking I could really get into it (mostly because I liked how much they showed ARod on camera) but then I watched some football last weekend and decided that baseball doesn't have enough contact for me.
I've always thought I'd love to put on some pads and hit someone. I mean I am a huge sissy and cried when Andrew tried to teach me snowboarding but I could really use a good throwdown sometimes and football seems great. This may surprise you but I'm pretty emotional and most days I'd trade my crying habit for some painful physical contact. Maybe I should just blast some music and run into tourists.
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