Some memories are precious and meant to be treasured. Other memories you wish you could gouge from your head with a melon-baller.
Such as the remembrance of being sick for a week.
Today I made a valiant effort to purge my home of every disease-ridden memory from those dark times. Like a man possessed, I tore through room after room... eradicating all evidence of the plague that had come down upon my house.
In other words, I washed the sheets on my bed.
And even better times are ahead, because in two weeks it's the L.A. blogger meet! I've sent out information to those who had asked me about it, and so if you were interested and didn't get an email please let me know by emailing me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Hopefully I'll hear back from everybody soon so I can make reservations on Monday night.
And now I'm off to bed so I can continue going through the travel book 1000 Places To See Before You Die so I can check off those places I've been and figure out places I'd like to go.
Though I still like my idea of a "To Do Before You Die List" best.