No eating. Praying. In need of love.

I dislike sickness. It's gross and it's making me stay inside on possibly the last warm(ish) Saturday Provo will experience for a while. Also, when I called my mother so that she could comfort me in this, the day of my affliction, she was out.

Sigh.

But an exciting thing happened: I woke up this morning to the sounds of huge amounts of air being released. I looked out my window to see a giant hot air balloon hovering dangerously close to the roofs of the houses across the street. Indiscernible screaming came from whoever(s) were inside the basket. Then the balloon drifted off (not gaining any altitude mind you) towards the duck pond. Good times. I'm gonna assume they're OK.

May your Saturday be equally full of the exciting, but not of sickness.

Remember to drink lots of fluids.