Mmmm.. . work, uh... Gabe made a very nice goofy Hershey bar advertisement. He'd drawn, scanned, colored a chocolate bar, added a color-burst background, and added a photo of his hand grabbing at it. Slogan: can't get enough of this stuff I think it was -- I wouldn't know if it's a real slogan. Stopped at E's and waited for her to get home (in the car) so I could give her something our sister sent to ME to give to E (thing for plane trip next Sunday flying to wherever the cruise leaves from). I am trying very hard not to fire off an email saying "Put a 37 cent stamp on it next time and mail it to HER-- I'm too sick to do this kind of shit." As I say, I'm trying to be nice. I don't ask for anything but I'd like her not to make my life worse. But -- I'm being overly dramatic. I'm still angry at her for last year. I feel like I had to sacrifice my health to do everything... anyway. I need to get over it, I reckon. Perhaps she couldn't help.