Feels just like warm apple pie

So, woohoo, I finally had the energy to bake a pie. Steve brought me home a peck of apples from Maine which he ended up paying like $7 for. I feel wicked bad that he paid that much for the apples; I usually pay under $3 for that many. Anyhow, so I made them into pie tonight. It's cooling on the stove right now. I anticipate having a piece for lunch tomorrow afternoon, after I drop Matt off at work.

Work went today. The new employee, John, is a good kid. I'm more than happy that he works without really being told what to do and doesn't really complain about the shit jobs (ie. fanfolding) that I leave for him while I do the big things. I'm there again tomorrow night, with Steve, and I'm kind of off on Tuesday. I'm starting to get really nervous about the doctor's appointment; I don't want to go. I want to put my head in a hole and pretend that everything is ok.

When did my life start rotating about my being unwell? Ugh...

As a side note, never use Nair on the same place two days in a row. I have a bit of a rash now, but I think the Benedryl will cure this. (>_<)

I'm tired again. I need to put foil over my pie and get some sleep. 8am seems to come earlier every day.

Wish me luck for Tuesday, if I don't update before then. I need all the moral support I can get.