This week has been one of those weeks, ya know? So much homework…so much work…so little time. I was listening to some music tonight to relax a little and this song came on. Maybe we should all take a hint.
“All we need is love and gluten-free beer and old school metal and holiday cheer.”
Just like the song says, it’s not the end of the world. It’s something we can all deal with (eating gluten-free I mean ;)).
Although I’m dying for a cure just as much as the next person, it’s not too bad. I don’t have to take 5 shots of insulin a day like my older brother or sit for 2 1/2 hours every month and a half getting an infusion like my younger brother. So we swap out some semolina spaghetti for corn spaghetti. No biggie, right?
I think iTunes can tell that I’m writing a post right now. The next thing that came on was this:
“They won’t leave me alone
There’s things they all want to know
I’m paranoid of all the people I meet
Why are they talking to me?
And why can’t anyone see?
I just want to live.”
This reminds me of my favorite thing I get asked. “You can’t eat bread!? Oh my god, I would DIE.” No, no. Trust me, you wouldn’t. I’m still standing here alive talking to you, so I think you would be fine…