I took Avery to the hospital today because when he woke up his eyes were practically swollen shut. In light of the whole chicken pox thing I thought I'd rather be safe then sorry and didn't want to wait until Wed. for an apt. It turns out, according to the doctor that we saw today, that he didn't have the chicken pox, but only an allergic reaction to something (who knows what). I am kind of skeptical but if he's right it would make more sense.

I have to go to the passport office tomorrow now because I spent most of the afternoon in the hospital.

And, it turns out, after all the searching for a Starbucks that I've done that there is one in the hospital!!! I couldn't believe it. Someone came into the waiting room with two starbucks cups and I nearly fainted. When we were finished, I stood in the front of the entryways of the 3 adjoining building and sniffed. I knew I smelled the aroma of the nectar of the gods. It turns out that it is right next to the pharmacy! I can't believe all this time I've been longing for my mistress and there she was! Right under my nose on the base! Its like being a heroin addict and finding out that your pusher has lived next door to you all the time, and you never knew it. I won't abuse it though because although I love Starbucks coffee, it is still expensive.

And... if that didn't make life peachy enough... GW Bush though enough of me (even after all the mean things I have said about him) to send me and Eddie a $650 check in the mail! Thank you fucked up government bunny! bwakk bwakk.