I'm eating cotton candy my mother brought home from the fair. I'm kind of saddened that my trip to the fair was cut short last night... Matt and I rode a mere three rides before I was green and needing to lie down. I can't believe how squimish I am now. I could barely stand to even lay on his water bed without feeling as if I needed to throw up.

But he made it all better when he woke me at two in the morning to ice cream and light fingers down my back. I don't know why he's so good to me sometimes. It's amazing, really, and sometimes I'm absolutely breathless.

In other news, John Peel died. Not everything can be perfect, I suppose.