Disease!

I am getting sick. Everything in my stomach feels like it's wrongly working and my face is pale, throat is sore. Go away, go away!

Things have been good. Spent practically all week at my mom's bakery playing with some of the clients there. Tim is fabulous. We danced in circles around my mom to Beach Boys songs pretending to be superheroes and robots. Having fun is fun.

In about an hour and a half a reporter from the Register Guard is coming to my house to interview me about my prizes. When I talked with her yesterday, she sounded standoffish. She could've just been worn down, but who knows. And next week, I have an interview with Corvallis' newspaper, the GT.

I am overwhelmed, but it is good.