Because it's disturbing people, mainly my husband, and frankly, I think all of you who want to comment on it have actually commented on it. And I've responded to all you who had questions in the comments, because Damn! It's fun to talk about sick Marcia.
Almost as much fun as talking about Marcia's Fun Weekend Plans.
1) Lunch with Aileen, one of my bridesmaids, who's moving cross country and happens to be in St. Louis for lunch on Friday. We have plans to both be, in 5 years, married to completely successful husbands, freelancing for InStyle (after a few years of working in-house for them), while taking our children for walks in Central Park together. Our children who will then grow up and marry each other.
2) Law Journal Ball Friday night. With a pretty new dress (which I got for $20 just after Christmas). And a gold purse that my team gave me for my birthday. And hopefully the New and Improved Marcia: Now With No Puking! will show up. Because we think that the old Marcia is LOSER and want nothing to do with her.
Well, that should be changed to Marcia's Fun Friday Plans, because that's all I've got. But seriously, a ball and lunch with an old friend? That's a fabulous week, much less a weekend!
And did I rub that in enough times? I'm going to a BALL tomorrow. Like Cinderella, but I'll stay out past midnight.