Nora: Journal 14

The terrific trio strikes again. In other words that actually make sense, we actually made progress with the health awareness project with the help of Mr. Graham and Mrs. Ariss. Right now, I feel kind of uncertain because all the plans are so tentative; there are possible contacts and resources, but nothing is confirmed. We also happened to discuss toothpaste, differences between infants and dogs (more specifically, their teeth), and I managed to act like a bit of a fool (LOLZ). Also, after wrestling with my project for the action plan, I finally sat down today and was able to work without inducing a train wreck of a headache. *Exhale*. Deep breathing keeps you sane. But finally, after going through countless websites and books and ideas and hitting my head against a table again and again and again and again, I felt like I could conquer this project and slay the beast. I have a feeling I'm going to walk in tomorrow and find out that I was totally wrong and that the beast does indeed have a foul, slimy hold on my throat. This metaphor is completely over extended and completely lacks any sort of sense and now I'm rambling. But that's just my brain. There's a Katrina- esque hurricane in there. Which explains my inability to form a full, coherent center [sic] earlier. Oops. I meant sentence. See what I mean?