I believe I might be dying. I am going to turn into a giant ball of snot. Tears will constantly leak from my eyes, even after death, and since I'm going to die in Italy, they'll make me a Saint because of this bizarre miracle.

Since I am sick, I have been in a really big soup mood. Sunday I had a Bavarian soup. Monday I had minestrone. Last night I made rice and asparagus soup, but the rice soaked up most of the soup part. It was still really delicious. Today I am going to make homemade chicken noodle soup in the hopes that it will make me feel better with it's miraculous wholesome American properties.

If not, I'll see ya'll on the other side of the veil.