I could be wrong but I'm not

[cyrano]

My mom wanted to check my blood sugar levels, so she jabbed me with a pointy pin and smeared my blood on the magic blinky thing. I got a 65, which is a pretty low C on most tests. I'm not sure what it all means, but it may go a long way toward explaining that constant and pervasive exhaustion I feel.

Just found out that there's potential trouble in regards to my flight home. (I failed to take the GOD DAMN OLYMPICS into account in my travel plans and am now feeling not very bright at all.) It seems all the flights directly to SJC from SLC are filled until Tuesday sometime, but if I can get on the flight early tomorrow morning to SLC then I may be able to get routed through Fresno or Santa Barbara and still make it to work on Monday morning. If not, then... Fate only knows what I'll do when. The future is once again a tempestuous and unpredictable tart.