Wednesday, September 19, 2007
General Conference is obviously on its way. I can tell this because I'm getting sick. Again. I don't even remember the last time I wasn't sick during Conference.
And, P.S., if you're wondering what a promise is worth, apparently it's nothing. I am now to pretend my life of Hell is the lie. Don't get me started on that unless you're prepared for another emotional collapse.
Oh, and one more thing. If I just suddenly stop writing and you don't hear from me for more than a week, it probably means I died of Seratonin Syndrome.
