Enrique and "The Butter"

Friday, December 03, 2004:

I Think I Punctured My Lung....
So. Football on Wednesday night....ummm, yeah. So I was attempting to defend this guy on the other team, when all of a sudden, he decides it would be a good idea to slam his elbow into my ribcage/lungs. At that point, my brain went a little foggy, and in the next play, I was really out of it. I pretended, of course, that I was fine and that nothing happened. Except I woke up Thursday morning in horrible pain. I then started freaking out because I was convinced my lung is punctured and that I am going to die. This is most likely not the case, but still. It hurts to breathe and I think that is a valid concern, no?

Heather // 7:40 AM
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Thursday, December 02, 2004:

Living in a sauna in Minneapolis…
Who would have thought that I would be living in a heat box in the dead of winter in Minneapolis? Yet, it is true. My apartment is like a 90-degree day in July. Although I do enjoy the warmth, it is almost too much for me to handle. Last night, I slept with my flannel sheet, and I hate sheets. And I was sweating. And it was like, 10 degrees outside.
In other news, Thanksgiving was splendid. I got my dad to play some football with me for my upcoming game in my touch football league. On a side note, the first game went quite well. I caught a touchdown pass and didn't even know I was in the end zone. Watch out Green Bay Packers, here comes Heath to save the day!

Heather // 7:11 AM
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