"Hi everybody!"*

I've been low-grade sick for about four weeks now. It's not as bad as it was, but I'm still not what I would call "better".

Jason decided this weekend that he knew why.

"It's because you don't eat carbs," he told me.

"Carbs."

"Yes. You don't eat enough carbs. Maybe if you just ate pizza you'd feel better."


"So...it probably has nothing to do with the fact that I've not slept well in months, I'm depressed, I deal with crazy, shrieky people all day, I take Pilates classes, Bootcamp, and I'm running four days a week and certainly pushing myself harder than I ever have in my entire life and I'm an idiot and don't give myself breaks. None of that could be the reason I'm not getting better?"


"Probably not," he told me. "You probably just need more carbs."


"Okay. And what medical school did you graduate from again? Hollywood Upstairs Medical College?*"


"You don't have to be rude, Stephanie."

"True. You don't have to make excuses for wanting pizza either."





So. Yeah.





*If you don't know Dr. Nick...well, I can't help you. I'm too tired.