30.30.15.day.ten.

Well guys, unless throwing up counts as exercise, today is going to be a “fail” too. I’m pretty certain I ate something borderline spoiled…I’m not deathly ill, but my stomach is not right.

Hopefully I’ll be feeling better tomorrow.

Love,

Ralph

i.hear.the.secrets.that.you.keep.

I’m having some trouble falling asleep, and Tim, completely asleep beside me, just sang the entire birthday song.

To himself.

“Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-eeeeee…”