Well, it's been an interesting week. I'm pretty sure that the sister missionaries poisoned me. They made "taco salad" that included lettuce, chips, and cheese. I'm not really sure why, but there was no ground beef. Perhaps they decided that was too much effort. Yet, they decided to make chicken which is obviously much easier to thaw, prepare, and cook. (Sarcasm). Anyways, I wasn't too psyched on the way they prepared the chicken, but I ate it anyways...
About two hours later my body hated me. Shakes, coldness, sorrow, depression, laughing, it was weird. Just kidding. I just wanted to puke, my head wanted to explode, and my body wanted to be in a climate about 130 degrees as opposed to Michigan's 50 degree weather. Anyways, I had to stay in after trying to work, and I threw up later.
My body hasn't recovered and every time I eat I get a stabbing pain in my belly. I've lost about ten pounds this week, so I'm back down to about 170 which is good news I guess. I even felt like I wanted to die after a small bowl of honey nut cheerios. Sad stuff.
We had a huge miracle happen this week: a Mormon.org media referral that actually worked out. She came to stake conference and also is reading so it's good news. We'll see what happens.
Stay classy,
Damon.
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