I guess all the stress and drama of getting here is finally catching up with me. I’m sick. With an ugly cold I’m sure I got from the nasty airplane air and which especially flared up when I was all nervous and freaking out about, oh, I don’t know, the possibility of being deported!? Let’s hope the Suda.fed holds up, I only have one box for daytime and one box for nighttime. Maybe I should have worried less about space for tortillas and more about space for cold medicine?

Nah. When I get better, I’m gonna be hungry.