Dear Methodist Church on Glebe and 16th,
I am so sorry. Your parking lot was the only available place--much better than poor dear Marni's car. I hope you can have compassion.
I'm so so so sorry. You were so sweet. Thank you.
Dear Lost Dog Cafe,
I still love your food. I just couldn't keep it down today.
I don't love you. I'm extremely happy to be done with you. You pretty much kill cancer (which is FINE by me) but you also kill the lining of my stomach. And it's not pretty. I know I will see another two weeks of you later in my next round (oh help), but I'm so so so glad to see you go for now. Peace out yo.