Blech. Still feeling ill. Last night I couldn’t sleep from the snot! The snot! And we were all out of Breathe-Right strips, which I used to ridicule, but now I worship. But tomorrow I’m going back to the doctor, and hopefully he will shoot me full of drugs (in a good way, new job people, if you’re reading this) and make me better.

But last night, George took me to La Crepe Nanou, this wonderful cute French restaurant a few blocks from where Kristina and I lived Uptown. We never went there, though, which is a shame because it’s delicious and not too expensive. I’d been there once before with my mom a few years ago and I still remember the salad I had there. It was very simple, but the lettuce was so good…lettuce! It was Boston lettuce. Dang. So we had a salad. And then I had a crabmeat and creamed spinach crepe. It was stuffed with crabmeat. And topped. George had a swiss cheese and onion crepe. I don’t like onions, but I could’ve eaten the whole thing. Yum.

Then for dessert we split (uh, 25%/75% perhaps) a crepe filled with sliced almonds, sugar, and topped with coffee ice cream and whipped cream. Gaaaa! So good! I could eat that again yes indeedy. But I have hardly any flex points left after that dinner, so I guess not.

Went to Curves after work yesterday. I really do like it, even though I’m now wondering if I overexerted myself. What the heck. I’m going back tonight anyway. Usually exercise makes me feel better, not worse. Hmmm.