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I feel better today, but in so feeling, I also feel more bored today. I disapprove of and acknowledge the lack of parallelism in that sentence, but I'm not willing to lower my grammatical standards to say either "more better" or "boreder." So there ya go. Today's weird hospital craving: Iced chai. mmm. I find myself craving strange things. One night (yes, night) it was an egg mcmuffin. One time it was cheesecake. Another: lasagna. So, if anything, I can't wait to be able to eat sweet foodings again. Otherwise, I don't have much of anything to say today. The hospital's religious minister came in this evening. She's nice, doesn't try to impose anything, just likes saying hi. She told me I was a "classy lady." I was like, haha, I'm sitting here in flannels and a wife beater with tubes sticking out of my chest and a blue striped beanie on my head, writing mediocre poetry and reading really, really good poetry (William Carlos Williams. He's amazing). Classy isn't exactly how I think of myself. But I'm flattered she does. So that was exciting. But that's about it. Now I'm waiting on dinner, also exciting. My weight, strangely, keeps going down. I think I'm going to cry when I go home and it all comes back. Sigh. But such are the lives we lead. As it is, I really don't have anything else to say, so I'll say au revoir, bonne nuit.